They were perhaps two hundred feet below the ridge between the Blaitiere and the Grepon and to the left of the Col." "What time was this ?" "Four o'clock in the afternoon." "Yes," said Chayne.

The story was borne out by the telegram.

Leaving Courmayeur early, Lattery and his guide would have slept the night on the rocks at the foot of the Blaitiere, they would have climbed all the next day and at four o'clock had reached within two hundred feet of the ridge, within two hundred feet of safety.

Somewhere within those last two hundred feet the fatal slip had been made; or perhaps a stone had fallen.
"For how long did you watch them ?" asked Chayne.
"For a few minutes only.

My party was anxious to get back to Chamonix.
But they seemed in no difficulty, monsieur.