But there was nowhere in any volume on which he laid his hands any further record of his exploits.

Others who followed in his steps mentioned his name, but of the man himself there was no word more.

No one had climbed with him, no one had caught a glimpse of him above the snow-line.

For five or six seasons he had flashed through the Alps.

Arolla, Zermatt, the Montanvert, the Concordia hut--all had known him for five or six seasons, and then just under twenty years ago he had come no more.
Chayne put back the volumes in their places on the shelf, and sat down again in the arm-chair before the empty grate.