It was a soft broad-brimmed hat of dark gray felt.

In the crown there was the name of an English maker.

There was something more too.

There were two initials--J.L.
Chayne turned to Michel Revailloud.
"You were right, Michel," he said, solemnly.

"My friend has made the first passage of the Col des Nantillons from the East." The party moved forward again, watching with redoubled vigilance for some spot in the glacier, some spot above a crevasse, to which ice-steps descended and from which they did not lead down.