And here, madame, is the portrait of one whose name is no doubt known to you in London--Professor Kenyon." Sylvia, who was turning over the leaves of the guide's little book, looked up at the photograph.
"It was taken many years ago," she said.
"Twenty or twenty-five years ago," said Michel, with a shrug of the shoulders, "when he and I and the Alps were young." Chayne began quickly to look through the photographs outspread upon the table.

If Kenyon's portrait was amongst Revailloud's small treasures, there might be another which he had no wish for his wife to see, the portrait of the man who climbed with Kenyon, who was Kenyon's "John Lattery." There might well be the group before the Monte Rosa Hotel in Zermatt which he himself had seen in Kenyon's rooms.

Fortunately however, or so it seemed to him, Sylvia was engrossed in Michel's little book..