"I am now prepared to prove to you that he is dead."
"How will you prove it?"
"Read that, madame," he said, extending a paper.
She took the paper extended to her, and read as follows:
"Honored Sir:—As you requested, I searched for the body of the poor boy who fell over the cliff. I found it concealed among some bushes at the bottom of the cliff. It was very much bruised and disfigured, but the face was less harmed than the body, so that we knew it at once. As you directed, I had it buried in our little cemetery. I will point out the grave to you when you come this way.
"I hope what I have done will meet your approval, and I remain, honored sir, your servant,
"Baptiste Lamoureux,
"Alpine Guide."
"That removes every doubt," said Mr. Craven, applying his handkerchief to his eyes. "Poor Frank!"
"When did you receive this letter, Colonel Sharpley?" asked Mrs. Craven.
"Yesterday."
"It was written by a Swiss guide?"