If it is to be 'you and I,' as you said just now, you will tell me." Chayne led the way into the garden, and drawing a couple of chairs apart from the other visitors told her all that he knew and she did not.

He explained the episode of the lighted window, solved for her the riddle of her father's friendship for Walter Hine, and showed her the reason for this expedition to the summit of Mont Blanc.
She uttered one low cry of horror.

"Murder!" she whispered.
"To think that we are two days behind, that even now they are sleeping on the rocks, _he_ and Walter Hine, sleeping quite peacefully and quietly.
Oh, it's horrible!" he cried, beating his hands upon his forehead in despair, and then he broke off.

He saw that Sylvia was sitting with her hands covering her face, while every now and then a shudder shook her and set her trembling.
"I am so sorry, Sylvia," he cried.

"Oh, my dear, I had so hoped we should be in time.