It had been her first ascent, and she now felt the thrill of achievement and remembered how she had come down that apparently endless slope in the darkness.

The feat looked almost impossible, by daylight.

Then she remembered also how her nerves had tingled, and the curious sense of exaltation that had come over her as she crept along the dizzy edge of the great rock scarp in the moonlight, far above the unsubstantial ghosts of climbing trees.

For the time being, it had proved stronger than weariness or the sense of personal danger, and she had a vague fancy that the memory of it would always cling to her.
"Yes," she said, "I think I brought down something, or rather it attached itself to me.

What is it ?" Weston spread out his hands with a boyish laugh.
"How should I know?
Its glamour and mystery, perhaps.