About this story
You pull Katherine Petrovitch back from the edge with a coat sleeve and a straining birch root, and her surname alone changes her guardian's face before anyone explains why. Back aboard, you keep the rescue a secret you cannot quite manage, while a fellow guest's sudden curiosity about Russia suggests he already knows more than he says.
How it opens
Your steam yacht Lotus Blossom rested beneath the sheer Norwegian mountains at Merok.
Miss VerneyA host should not abandon his guests merely because the waterfall path is tiresome.
Felix MaasBrowne values an unscripted road more than another perfectly arranged afternoon.
Jimmy FooteIf solitude is your object, bringing half London aboard was a strategic error.
The shore party climbed toward the Storfos while a forgotten instruction took you back to the boat.
Go on without me; I will overtake you before the path reaches the fall.