"From Bob?"
"No, he never mentioned her."
"Nor me, perhaps?"
"Nor you, Duncan. I am afraid there may be just a drop of bad blood there! You see, he looked upon you as a successful rival. You wrote and told me so, if you remember, from some place on your way down from the mountains. Your letter and Bob arrived the same night."
I nodded.
"It was so clever of you!" pursued Catherine. "Quite brilliant; but I don't quite know what to say to your letting my baby climb that awful Matterhorn; in a fog, too!"
And there was real though momentary reproach in the firelit face.
"I couldn't very well stop him, you know. Besides," I added, "it was such a chance."
"Of what?"
"Of getting rid of Mrs. Lascelles. I thought you would think it worth the risk."