But there was no trace.

There had been something he wished her to have.

But if this had meant that his brain had by chance cleared to sane reasoning and he had, for a few moments touched earth and intended to send her some proof which would be protection if she needed it--the moment had been too late and, at the last, action had proved impossible.

And Death had come so soon.

It was as though a tornado had swept him out of her arms and dashed him broken to earth.