The preparations were soon made; and Vorski himself took an active part in them. Resting the ladder against the trunk of the tree, he passed one end of the rope round his victim and the other over one of the upper branches. Then, standing¹ on the bottom rung, he instructed his accomplices³:  
"Here, all you've got to do now is to pull. Get her on her feet first and one of you keep her from falling."
 
He waited a moment. But Otto and Conrad were whispering to each other; and he exclaimed:
 
"Look here, hurry up, will you? . . . Remember I'm making a pretty easy target, if they took it into their heads to send a bullet or an arrow at me. Are you ready?"
 
The two assistants did not reply.
 
"Well, this is a bit thick! What's the matter with you? Otto! Conrad!"
 
He leapt to the ground and shook them:
 
"You're a pair of nice ones, you are! At this rate, we should still be at it to-morrow morning . . . and the whole thing will miscarry . . . . Answer me, Otto, can't you?" He turned the light full on Otto's face. "Look here, what's all this about? Are you wriggling⁴ out of it? If so, you'd better say so! And you, Conrad? Are you both going on strike?"
 
Otto wagged his head:
 
"On strike . . . that's saying a lot. But Conrad and I would like a word or two of explanation?"
 
"Explanation? What about, you pudding-head? About the lady we're executing? About either of the two brats⁵? It's no use taking that line, my man. I said to you, when I first mentioned the business, 'Will you go to work blindfold⁶? There'll be a tough job and plenty of bloodshed. But there's big money at the end of it.'"
 
"That's the whole question," said Otto.
 
"Say what you mean, you jackass!"
 
"It's for you to say and repeat the terms of our agreement. What are they?"
 
"You know as well as I do."
 
"Exactly, it's to remind you of them that I'm asking you to repeat them."
 
"I remember them exactly. I get the treasure; and out of the treasure I pay you two hundred thousand francs between the two of you."
 
"That's so and it's not quite so. We'll come back to that. Let's begin by talking of this famous treasure. Here have we been grinding away for weeks, wallowing in blood, living in a nightmare of every sort of crime . . . and not a thing in sight!"
 
Vorski shrugged⁷ his shoulders:
 
"You're getting denser⁸ and denser, my poor Otto! You know there were certain things to be done first. They're all done, except one. In a few minutes, this will be finished too and the treasure will be ours!"
 
"How do we know?"
 
"Do you think I'd have done all that I have done, if I wasn't sure of the result . . . as sure as I am that I'm alive? Everything has happened in a certain given order. It was all predetermined. The last thing will come at the hour foretold¹⁰ and will open the gate for me."
 
"The gate of hell," sneered¹¹ Otto, "as I heard Maguennoc call it."
 
"Call it by that name or another, it opens on the treasure which I shall have won."
 
"Very well," said Otto, impressed by Vorski's tone of conviction, "very well. I'm willing to believe you're right. But what's to tell us that we shall have our share?"
 
"You shall have your share for the simple reason that the possession of the treasure will provide me with such indescribable wealth that I'm not likely to risk having trouble with you two fellows for the sake of a couple of hundred thousand francs."
 
"So we have your word?"
 
"Of course."
 
"Your word that all the clauses of our agreement shall be respected."
 
"Of course. What are you driving at?"
 
"This, that you've begun to trick us in the meanest way by breaking one of the clauses of the agreement."
 
"What's that? What are you talking about? Do you realize whom you're speaking to?"
 
"I'm speaking to you, Vorski."
 
Vorski laid violent hands on his accomplice²:
 
"What's this? You dare to insult me? To call me by my name, me, me?"
"What of it, seeing that you've robbed me of what's mine by rights?"
 
Vorski controlled himself and, in a voice trembling with anger:
 
"Say what you have to say and be careful, my man, for you're playing a dangerous game. Speak out."
 
"It's this," said Otto. "Apart from the treasure, apart from the two hundred thousand francs, it was arranged between us—you held up your hand and took your oath on it—that any loose cash found by either of us in the course of the business would be divided in equal shares: half for you, half for Conrad and myself. Is that so?"
 
"That's so."
 
"Then pay up," said Otto, holding out his hand.
 
"Pay up what? I haven't found anything."
 
"That's a lie. While we were settling the sisters Archignat, you discovered on one of them, tucked away in her bodice, the hoard¹² which we couldn't find in their house."
 
"Well, that's a likely story!" said Vorski, in a tone which betrayed his embarrassment¹³.
 
"It's absolutely the truth."
 
"Prove it."
 
"Just fish out that little parcel, tied up with string, which you've got pinned inside your shirt, just there," said Otto, touching¹⁴ Vorski's chest with his finger. "Fish it out and let's have a look at those fifty thousand-franc notes."
 
Vorski made no reply. He was dazed, like a man who does not understand what is happening to him and who is trying to guess how his adversary¹⁵ procured¹⁶ a weapon against him.
 
"Do you admit it?" asked Otto.
 
"Why not?" he rejoined. "I meant to square up later, in the lump."
 
"Square up now. We'd rather have it that way."
 
"And suppose I refuse?"
 
"You won't refuse."
 
"Suppose I do?"
 
"In that case, look out for yourself!"
 
"I have nothing to fear. There's only two of you."
 
"There's three of us, at least."
 
"Where's the third?"
 
"The third is a gentleman who seems cleverer than most, from what Conrad tells me: brrr! . . . The one who fooled you just now, the one with the arrow and the white robe!"
 
"You propose to call him?"
 
"Rather!"
 
Vorski felt that the game was not equal. The two assistants were standing on either side of him and pressing him hard. He had to yield:
 
"Here, you thief! Here, you robber!" he shouted, taking out the parcel and unfolding the notes.
 
"It's not worth while counting," said Otto, snatching the bundle from him unawares.
 
"Hi! . . ."
 
"We'll do it this way: half for Conrad, half for me."
 
"Oh, you blackguard! Oh, you double-dyed thief! I'll make you pay for this. I don't care a button about the money. But to rob me as though you'd decoyed me into a wood, so to speak! I shouldn't like to be in your skin, my lad!"
 
He continued to insult the other and then, suddenly, burst into a laugh, a forced, malicious¹⁷ laugh:
 
"After all, Otto, upon my word, well played! But where and how did you come to know it? You'll tell me that, won't you? . . . Meanwhile, we've not a minute to lose. We're agreed all round, aren't we? And you'll get on with the work?"
 
"Willingly, since you're taking the thing so well," said Otto. And he added, obsequiously¹⁸, "After all . . . you have a style about you, sir! You're a fine gentleman, you are!"
 
"And you, you're a varlet whom I pay. You've had your money, so hurry up. The business is urgent."
 
The "business," as the frightful¹⁹ creatures called it, was soon done. Climbing on his ladder, Vorski repeated his orders, which were executed in docile²⁰ fashion by Conrad and Otto.
 
They raised the victim to her feet and then, keeping her upright, hauled at the rope. Vorski seized the poor woman and, as her knees were bent²¹, violently forced them straight. Thus flattened²² against the trunk of the tree, with her skirt tightened²³ round her legs, her arms hanging to right and left at no great distance from her body, she was bound round the waist and under the arms.
 
She seemed not to have recovered from her blow and uttered no sound of complaint. Vorski tried to speak a few words, but spluttered them, incapable²⁴ of utterance²⁵. Then he tried to raise her head, but abandoned the attempt, lacking the courage to touch her who was about to die: and the head dropped low on the breast.
 
He at once got down and stammered²⁶:
 
"The brandy, Otto. Have you the flask²⁷? Oh, damn it, what a beastly business!"
 
"There's time yet," Conrad suggested.
 
Vorski took a few sips²⁸ and cried:
 
"Time . . . for what? To let her off? Listen to me, Conrad. Rather than let her off, I'd sooner . . . yes, I'd sooner die in her stead. Give up my task? Ah, you don't know what my task or what my object is! Besides . . ."
 
He drank some more:
 
"It's excellent brandy, but, to settle my heart, I'd rather have rum. Have you any, Conrad?"
 
"A drain at the bottom of a flask."
 
"Hand it over."
 
They had screened the lantern lest they should be seen; and they sat close up to the tree, determined⁹ to keep silence. But this fresh drink went to their heads. Vorski began to hold forth²⁹ very excitedly:
 
"You've no need of any explanations. The woman who's dying up there, it's no use your knowing her name. It's enough if you know that she's the fourth of the women who were to die on the cross and was specially³⁰ appointed by fate. But there's one thing I can say to you, now that Vorski's triumph is about to shine forth before your eyes. In fact I take a certain pride in telling you, for, while all that's happened so far has depended on me and my will, the thing that's going to happen directly depends on the mightiest³¹ of will, wills working for Vorski!"
 
He repeated several times, as though smacking³² his lips over the name:
 
"For Vorski . . . For Vorski!"
 
And he stood up, impelled³³ by the exuberance³⁴ of his thoughts to walk up and down and wave his arms:
 
"Vorski, son of a king, Vorski, the elect of destiny, prepare yourself! Your time has come! Either you are the lowest of adventurers and the guiltiest of all the great criminals dyed in the blood of their fellow-men, or else you are really the inspired prophet whom the gods crown with glory. A superman or a highwayman: that is fate's decree. The last heart-beats of the sacred victim sacrificed to the gods are marking the supreme³⁵ seconds. Listen to them, you two!"
 
Climbing the ladder, he tried to hear those poor beats of an exhausted³⁶ heart. But the head, drooping³⁷ to the left, prevented him from putting his ear to the breast; and he dared not touch it. The silence was broken only by a hoarse³⁸ and irregular breath.
 
He said, in a low whisper:
 
"Véronique, do you hear me? Véronique . . . . Véronique . . . ."
 
After a moment's hesitation³⁹:
 
"I want you to know it . . . yes, I myself am terrified at what I'm doing. But it's fate . . . . You remember the prophecy? 'Your wife shall die on the cross.' Why, your very name, Véronique, demands it! . . . Remember St. Veronica wiping Christ's face with a handkerchief and the Saviour's sacred image remaining on the handkerchief . . . . Véronique, you can hear me, surely? Véronique . . ."
 
He ran down hurriedly, snatched the flask of rum from Conrad's hands and emptied it at a draught⁴⁰.
 
He was now seized with a sort of delirium⁴¹ which made him rave⁴² for a few moments in a language which his accomplices did not understand. Then he began to challenge the invisible enemy, to challenge the gods, to hurl⁴³ forth imprecations and blasphemies⁴⁴:
 
"Vorski is the mightiest of all men, Vorski governs fate. The elements and the mysterious powers of nature are compelled to obey him. Everything will fall out as he has determined; and the great secret will be declared to him in the mystic forms and according to the rules of the Kabala. Vorski is awaited as the prophet. Vorski will be welcomed with cries of joy and ecstasy⁴⁵; and one whom I know not, one whom I can only half see, will come to meet him with palms and benedictions⁴⁶. Let the unknown make ready! Let him arise from the darkness and ascend⁴⁷ from hell! Here stands Vorski. To the sound of bells, to the singing of alleluias, let the fateful sign be revealed upon the face of the heavens, while the earth opens and sends forth whirling flames!"
 
He fell silent, as though he had descried⁴⁸ in the air the signs which he foretold. The hopeless death-rattle of the dying woman sounded from overhead. The storm growled⁴⁹ in the distance; and the black clouds were rent by lightning. All nature seemed to be responding to the ruffian's appeal.
 
His grandiloquent⁵⁰ speech and his play-acting made a great impression on the two accomplices.
 
"He frightens me," Otto muttered.
 
"It's the rum," Conrad replied. "But all the same he's foretelling⁵¹ terrible things."
 
"Things which prowl round us," shouted Vorski, whose ears noticed the least sound, "things which make part of the present moment and have been be queathed to us by the pageant⁵² of the centuries. It's like a prodigious⁵³ childbirth. And I tell the two of you, you will be the amazed witnesses of these things! Otto and Conrad, be prepared as I am: the earth will shake; and, at the very spot where Vorski is to win the God-Stone, a column of fire will rise up to the sky."
 
"He doesn't know what he's saying," mumbled⁵⁴ Conrad.
 
"And there he is on the ladder again," whispered Otto. "It'll serve him right if he gets an arrow through him."
 
But Vorski's exaltation knew no bounds. The end was at hand. Extenuated⁵⁵ by pain, the victim was in her death-agony.
 
Beginning very low, so as to be heard by none save her, but raising his voice gradually, Vorski said:
 
"Véronique . . . . Véronique . . . . You are fulfilling your mission . . . . You are nearing the top of the

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