The Secret of Sarek. Морис Леблан

The Secret of Sarek - Морис Леблан


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things had been thrown across the little space, one from the bow, flung by François, the other from the stern, flung by Stéphane Maroux.

      And two bursts of fire at once shot up from the two boats, followed by two whirls of smoke.

      The explosions re-echoed. For a moment, nothing of what happened amid that black cloud was visible. Then the curtain parted, blown aside by the wind, and Véronique and Honorine saw the two boats swiftly sinking, while their occupants jumped into the sea.

      The sight, the infernal sight, did not last long. They saw, standing on one of the buoys that marked the channel, a woman holding a child in her arms, without moving: then some motionless bodies, no doubt killed by the explosion; then two men fighting, mad perhaps. And all this went down with the boats.

      A few eddies, some black specks floating on the surface; and that was all.

      Honorine and Véronique, struck dumb with terror, had not uttered a single word. The thing surpassed the worst that their anguished minds could have conceived.

      When it was all over, Honorine put her hand to her head and, in a hollow voice which Véronique was never to forget, said:

      "My head's bursting. Oh, the poor people of Sarek! They were my friends, the friends of my childhood; and I shall never see them again . . . . The sea never gives up its dead at Sarek: it keeps them. It has its coffins all ready: thousands and thousands of hidden coffins . . . . Oh, my head is bursting! . . . I shall go mad . . . mad like François, my poor François!"

      Véronique did not answer. She was grey in the face. With clutching fingers she clung to the balcony, gazing downwards as one gazes into an abyss into which one is about to fling oneself. What would her son do? Would he save those people, whose shouts of distress now reached her ears, would he save them without delay? One may have fits of madness; but the attacks pass away at the sight of certain things.

      The motor-boat had backed at first to avoid the eddies. François and Stéphane, whose red cap and white cap were still visible, were standing in the same positions at the bow and the stern; and they held in their hands . . . what? The two women could not see clearly, because of the distance, what they held in their hands. It looked like two rather long sticks.

      "Poles, to help them," suggested Véronique.

      "Or guns," said Honorine.

      The black specks were still floating. There were nine of them, the nine heads of the survivors, whose arms also the two women saw moving from time to time and whose cries for help they heard.

      Some were hurriedly moving away from the motor-boat, but four were swimming towards it; and, of those four, two could not fail to reach it.

      Suddenly François and Stéphane made the same movement, the movement of marksmen taking aim.

      There were two flashes, followed by the sound of a single report.

      The heads of the two swimmers disappeared.

      "Oh, the monsters!" stammered Véronique, almost swooning and falling on her knees.

      Honorine, beside her, began screaming:

      "François! François!"

      Her voice did not carry, first because it was too weak and then the wind was in her face. But she continued:

      "François! François!"

      She next stumbled across the room and into the corridor, in search of something, and returned to the window, still shouting:

      "François! François!"

      She had ended by finding the shell which she used as a signal. But, on lifting it to her mouth, she found that she could produce only dull and indistinct sounds from it:

      "Oh, curse the thing!" she cried, flinging the shell away. "I have no strength left . . . . François! François!"

      She was terrible to look at, with her hair all in disorder and her face covered with the sweat of fever. Véronique implored her:

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