"Are you Mr. Hovedsen?" I asked, drawing out my letter.
"I am Olaf of the Mountain," he said slowly, as if his name embraced the whole title.
I handed him the letter.
"You are——?"
"I am——" taking my cue from his own manner.
"The friend of her friend?"
"His great friend."
"Can you climb?"
"I can."
"Are you steady?"