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And then suddenly as the train drew up at Vauxhall Station for the tickets to be collected, Chayne started up in his seat. On the rocks of the Argentière, beside the great gully, as they descended to the glacier, Sylvia's guide had spoken words which came flying back into Chayne's thoughts.
Garratt Skinner's face lost its smile of amusement. "Indeed?" he said. He was plainly disconcerted. "Yes." Chayne produced the telegram from his letter case, read it aloud with his eyes upon Garratt Skinner, and replaced it. "'What are you waiting for? Hurry up! Jarvice. There is no need at all events to ask Mr. Jarvice what he was waiting for, is there?
Yet after six years he came back no more. He disappeared. Why?" Kenyon stood absolutely silent, absolutely still. Perhaps the trouble deepened a little on his face; but that was all. Chayne, however, was bent upon an answer. For Sylvia's sake alone he must have it, he must know the father into whose clutches she had come. "You knew Gabriel Strood. Why?"
"The glaciers are uncovered as I have never seen them in all my life. Everywhere it is ice, ice, ice. Monsieur Lattery had only one guide with him and he was not so sure on ice. I am afraid, monsieur, that he slipped out of his steps on the Glacier des Nantillons." "And dragged his guide with him?" exclaimed Chayne. His heart rather than his judgment protested against the argument.
Garratt Skinner swung himself out of his hammock. "Where's Sylvia, Wallie?" "She went up to her room." Chayne waited for ten minutes, and for another ten, and still Sylvia did not appear. She was avoiding him. She could spend the afternoon with Walter Hine, but she must run to her room when he came upon the scene. Jealousy flamed up in him.
Half way up Chayne turned and looked down upon the house. There was no longer any light in any window. He turned to Sylvia and slipped his arm through hers. "Come close," said he, and now there was no doubt the smile was real. "Shall we keep step, do you think?" "If we go always like this, we might," said Sylvia, with a smile. "At times there will be a step to be cut, no doubt," said he.
Sylvia saw the truth too clearly. "Walter Hine is getting well," he said. "Your father is still at another hotel in Courmayeur. There's the future to be considered." "Yes," she said, and she waited. "I have asked your father to come over to-night after dinner," said Chayne. And into their private sitting-room Garratt Skinner entered at eight o'clock that evening.
Chayne at the end of the line upon the right looked across. A little way in front of the two men who had shouted something dark lay upon the ice. Chayne, who was with Michel Revailloud, called to him and began hurriedly to scratch steps diagonally toward the object. "Take care, monsieur," cried Michel. Chayne paid no heed.
I beg you to help me." In answer Michel took his hat down from a peg, and while he did so Chayne turned quickly to his wife. She had risen from her chair, but she had not interrupted him, she had asked no questions, she had uttered no prayer. She stood now, waiting upon him with a quiet and beautiful confidence which deeply stirred his heart. "Thank you, sweetheart!" he said, quietly.
Why, he would be asked? And the answer was ready. He had confused Pierre Delouvain with Joseph, his cousin, as no doubt many another man had done before. Did not Pierre live on that very confusion? The answer was not capable of refutation. Chayne was in despair.
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