Never did two men know the Indians as these two did.”

I thought a moment, then: “Somewhere I heard that Captain Joncaire had a daughter. But she married another man — one Louis de Contrecoeur — — ” I hesitated, glanced again at the name scratched on the glass over the lock of hair, and shook my head.

“Jean Coeur — Louis de Contrecoeur. The names scarce hang together — yet — — ”

“Look at this!” she whispered in a low, tense voice, and laid a bit of printing in my hand.

It was a stained and engraved sheet of paper — a fly-leaf detached from a book of Voltaire. And above the scroll-encompassed title was written in faded ink: “Le Capitaine Vicomte Louis Jean de Contrecoeur du Regiment de la Reine.”