So this explained, after a fashion, Harry's disappearance.

This revealed why the search through the mountains had failed.

This-- But Fairchild suddenly realized that now was not a time for conjecturing upon the past.

The man on the bed was unconscious, incapable of helping himself.

Far below, a white-haired woman, her toothless jaws uttering one weird chant after another, was digging for him a quicklime grave, in the insane belief that she was aiding in accomplishing some miracle of immortality.