The Matterhorn never reappeared, but seemed the grimmer monster for this sinister invisibility.

I gathered that there was real occasion for anxiety, if not for alarm, and I nursed mine chiefly in my own room until I heard the news when I went down for my letters.

Bob Evers had walked in as though nothing had happened, and gone straight up to his room with a note that the concierge handed him.

Some one had asked him whether it was he who had been up the Matterhorn in the morning, and young Evers had vouchsafed the barest affirmative compatible with civility.

The sunburnt climber was my informant.
"And I don't mind telling you it is a relief to me," he added, "and to everybody, though I shouldn't wonder if there was a little unconscious disappointment in the air as well.