He had confused Pierre Delouvain with Joseph, his cousin, as no doubt many another man had done before.

Did not Pierre live on that very confusion?
The answer was not capable of refutation.
Chayne was in despair.

Garratt Skinner had started two days before from Chamonix, was already, now, at this moment, asleep, with his unconscious victim at his side, high up on the rocks of the upper Brenva glacier.
There was no way to hinder him--no way unless God helped.

He asked abruptly of Michel: "Have you climbed this season, Michel ?" Michel laughed grimly.
"Indeed, yes, to the Montanvert, monsieur.

And beyond--yes, beyond, to the Jardin." Chayne broke in upon his bitter humor.
"I want the best guide in Chamonix.