The light from a lamp fixed in the hotel wall fell upon her upturned face.

It was white, her lips trembled, and in her eyes Chayne saw again the look of terror which he had hoped was gone forever.

"Oh, please," she whispered.
"Yes," he replied, and he turned again to Simond.

"At two o'clock then.
My wife will go, so bring a mule.

We can leave it at the Montanvert." The guides tramped from the garden.