Chapter 30 Chapter 30 September 5th

The postponement suggested by the representative of Thomson & French was beyond the imagination of Morel at the time.It seemed to the poor shipowner that his luck had turned again, that fate was announcing that it was tired of taking revenge on him.On the same day, he told his wife, daughter and Emmanuel what had happened.Even if the whole family cannot say that peace has been restored, at least there is a glimmer of hope.This generous gesture of Thomson & French Bank, which counts as a gesture of friendship and not as anything but selfishness, presumably thought, "This man owes us nearly three hundred thousand francs, and instead of forcing him into bankruptcy, If you only get 6 to 8% of the principal, it is better to support him and get back 300,000 in three months." Unfortunately, it is not known whether it was out of hatred or blind dealings with Morell. Not all think so.A few even hold a contrary idea.So the promissory notes signed by Morel were still unceremoniously brought to his office for cashing on schedule, and thanks to the delay of the British, they were able to be paid by Cocles.So Cocles remained as poised as he used to be.Only Morrel thought with horror that he would have been bankrupt had the hundred thousand francs due on the fifteenth to Mr. Bowery, the governor, and the thirty-two thousand five hundred francs due on the thirtieth had not been extended. up.People in the general business world thought that Morel would not be able to persevere under the constant blows of bad luck.So they were amazed to see that at the end of the month he was able to cash all his promissory notes as usual.

But confidence in him was not fully restored, and it was generally said that the whole ruin of the unfortunate shipowner could only be postponed until the end of the next month.During that month, Morell recovered all his funds with unheard-of efforts.In the past, the promissory notes he issued, regardless of the date, were always accepted with confidence, and some even asked for deposits automatically.Now Morrel wanted only to discount three-month bills, but found that all the banks were closed to him.Happily Morrel still had some sums to collect, which would enable him to settle his debts at the end of July.Representatives of Thomson & French were never seen in Marseilles again.During the second or third day after his visit to Monsieur Morel he disappeared, and in Marseilles he had only seen the mayor, the warden and Monsieur Morel, so that his appearance, apart from these three There was no other trace to be found of each individual leaving a different impression on him.As for the Pharaoh's sailors, they certainly seemed to have found other employment, for they too were missing.

Captain Gaumard returned from the island of Palma after recovering from his illness.He dared not go to see Morel, but the owner of the ship, when he heard of his return, went to see him himself.The venerable master had learned from Penelon of the captain's valor in the storm, and wanted to comfort him.He also took with him his due salary, which Captain Gaumard dared not ask for, and when Morrel was coming down the stairs he met Penelon going up.Penelon seems to have spent his money well, as he's wearing new clothes from top to bottom.When he saw his employer, the venerable sailor seemed very embarrassed, and he shrank back to the corner of the stairs, pushing the tobacco lump in his mouth, staring with big eyes, only feeling that When shaking hands, Morrel gave him the usual gentle squeeze.Morrel thought that Penelon's embarrassment was due to his fine new clothes, since the honest man had evidently never spent so much money on himself.He had no doubt found work on other ships, so perhaps his shyness was due to the fact that he no longer mourned the Pharaoh.He had come, perhaps, to tell Captain Gaumard his good fortune, and to send the captain to work on behalf of his new master. "Good people!" said Morrel, as they walked, "may your new master love you as much as I do, and may he be luckier than I am!"

The month of August passed day by day, and Morel continued to work hard and go about borrowing money. On the 20th of August, there was a rumor in Marseilles that he had left in a mail coach, and that his company was going to be declared bankrupt at the end of the month.The reason why Morel wanted to leave was to avoid witnessing this cruel scene, leaving only his assistant Emmanuel and the accountant Cocles to deal with it.But to everyone's surprise, on August 31st, the company was still open as usual, and Cocles sat behind the fence of the account desk, still carefully inspecting all the promissory notes that were brought for cashing, from the first One to the last was paid in full, and two of them were certified checks that Morel had discounted, which Cocles paid in the same way, as if they were promissory notes issued directly by the shipowner, All this is simply incredible.However, those who predict disasters are always unwilling to give up, so the date of bankruptcy was set at the end of September.On September 1, Morel returned.The whole family awaited him with the utmost anxiety, for in this journey to Paris their last hope rested.Morrel thought of Danglars, who was now very rich, and who had seemed to have been indebted to Morrel before, because his great wealth had begun to accumulate after his service in the Bank of Spain, and at that time It was Morel who had introduced him to work there.It is said that Danglars' current property has reached six to eight million francs, and he has unlimited credit.Therefore, if Danglars would save Morel, he would not need to take a copper coin out of his pocket, but only say a word when borrowing money, and Morrel would be saved.Morrel had long thought of Danglars.But he had an irresistible instinctive dislike for him, and it was only when he was desperate that Morrel went to him for help.Morel thought right then, for he thought of refusal, and came home humiliated.On returning home, Morrel neither complained nor uttered a single harsh word.

After embracing his weeping wife and daughter, and shaking Emmanuel's hand with the warmth of friendship, he went to his study on the third floor, and at the same time sent for Cocles. "It seems," the two women said to Emmanuel, "that we are really broke." After a hasty discussion, it was agreed that Julie would write to her brother at Nîmes, telling him to hurry home, and the two poor women felt instinctively that they must bear the impending crisis with all their strength. hit.Although Maximilian Morel was not yet twenty-two years old, he had great power over his father.He is a strong and upright young man.When he decided to join the army, his father had no intention of enlisting him in that line of work, and told young Maximilian to consider his own interests before making up his mind.He immediately declared his willingness to lead the life of a soldier.He later studied hard and graduated from the military academy with excellent grades. After high school, he became a second lieutenant in the 53rd Regiment.He has been a second lieutenant for a year and can be promoted as soon as he has the opportunity.In his regiment, Maximilian Morel was known to be the most disciplined man, not only as a soldier, but as a man, so he was awarded the "Sto Stoicism" [Stoicism is a school of idealist philosophy in ancient Greece, which rejects pleasure and promotes asceticism.Later, this name is often used to refer to people who are hardworking and self-motivated. ] This good name.It goes without saying that many people called him this nickname only because they heard it from others, and some didn't even know its real meaning at all.

This young man was the object of his mother's and his sister's pleas, and they, feeling that a serious situation was approaching, called him back to their aid.They did not misjudge the seriousness of the matter, for after Morrel and Cocles entered the office together, Julie saw the latter come out pale, trembling, and frightened, and when he passed her She wanted to ask him, but the honest man, uncharacteristically, rushed downstairs in a panic, only raised his hand to the sky, and exclaimed: "Oh, miss, miss! What a terrible disaster! Who can tell me?" Believe it!" After a while, Yuli saw him coming upstairs again, holding two or three thick account books, a notebook and a bag of money in his hands.

Morel looked at the ledger, opened his notebook, and counted the money.The cash he had was about seven or eight thousand francs, his accounts receivable up to the fifth amounted to about four or five thousand francs, which amounted to no more than fourteen thousand francs at most, and the promissory notes to be paid amounted to Two hundred and eighty-seven thousand five hundred francs.He couldn't speak like that to his creditors.But when Morel went downstairs to lunch he looked very calm in appearance.This calm demeanor alarmed the two women more than the greatest melancholy.After lunch, Morel usually went out to drink coffee and read the "Signal" as usual at the Versière Club, but this day he did not leave the house, but returned to his office.

As for Cocles, he seemed completely bewildered.That afternoon he went to the patio and sat on a rock with his head bare, exposed to the hot sun.Emmanuelle tried to comfort the two women, but he didn't know what to say.The young man knew too well the company's business to be unaware of the catastrophe which had fallen over the Morrel family.Night has come.The two women, unable to sleep, kept watch in the room, hoping that Morell would come to them after he left the office.But when they heard him pass their door, they stepped softly on purpose. They heard him go into his bedroom and close the door inside.Mrs. Morel sent her daughter to bed.After Julie left, she waited another half an hour, then got up, took off her shoes, and groped along the corridor, trying to see what her husband was doing through the keyhole.In the corridor, she met a retreating black figure, it was Yuli, she also felt uneasy, and came one step ahead of her mother.The young girl approached Mrs. Morel. "He's writing," she said.They understood each other's mind without speaking.Mrs. Morel looked in again through the keyhole.Morel was indeed writing, but Mrs. Morel noticed something her daughter did not, that her husband was writing on stamped paper.A horrible thought flashed through her mind: he was writing a will.She couldn't help shivering all over, but she didn't have the strength to say a word.The next day, Mr. Morel seemed as calm as usual, and he walked into his office as usual, and came to have breakfast on time, but after lunch, he pulled his daughter to him, hugged her head and pressed it against his. chest, hugged her for a long time.In the evening Julie told her mother that, despite his outward appearance, she noticed that her father's heart was beating violently.The next two days passed like this.On the evening of the Fourth of September, Morel asked his daughter for the key to his office.

Yuli trembled immediately at the request, and she thought it was a bad omen.This key has always been kept by her, and only in her childhood, it was only a punishment to ask her back sometimes, but why should her father ask for it now?The young girl looked at Morrel. "What have I done wrong, Father?" she said. "You want this key back from me?" "Nothing, my darling," answered the unfortunate man, with tears filling his eyes at the simple question, "nothing, only I want it." Yuli pretended to touch the key on her body. "I must have dropped it in my room," she said.So she went out, but instead of going back to her bedroom, she hurried to consult with Emmanuel. "Don't give this key to your father," he said, "and don't leave him for a moment if possible in the morning." She asked Emmanuelle what was the matter, but he didn't know anything either, perhaps Ken said that on the night of the 4th and 5th of September, Mrs. Morel, listening to every sound, heard her husband restlessly pacing up and down the room until three o'clock in the morning. .He did not go to bed until three o'clock.That night, the mother and daughter stayed together and endured the past.They were also expecting Maximilian, who was due to arrive in the evening.At eight o'clock in the morning Morrel entered their room.He was calm, but the anxieties of that night were evident in his pale and sad face.They dared not ask him if he had slept well.Never in his life had Morrel been so tender to his wife, and so fatherly to his daughter.He kept gazing at the pretty girl and kissing her constantly.Julie didn't forget Emmanuel's words, and when her father left the room, she went out with him, but he hurriedly said to her, "Go and stay with your mother." Julie wanted to accompany him. "I want you to do this," he insisted.This was the first time in Morrell's life that he said to his daughter, "I want you to do this." But when he said this, his tone was still full of fatherly love, and Julie dared not disobey.She stood in the same place, speechless and motionless. After a while, the door opened, and she felt two arms embrace her, and two lips kissed her forehead.She looked up and let out a cry of surprise. "Maximilian! brother!" she cried.

At these words, Mrs. Morel rose, and threw herself into the arms of her son. "Mother," cried the young man, looking from Mrs. Morel to his sister, "what's the matter? Your letter frightened me, so I came back as soon as I could." "Julie," said Madame Morel, making a sign to the young man, "go and tell your father that Maximilian is back." The young girl hurried out of the room, but at the foot of the stairs she I came across a man holding a letter in his hand. "Are you Miss Julie Morel?" asked the man with a thick Italian accent. "Yes, sir," replied Julie stammeringly, "what's your business? I don't know you."

"Please read this letter," he said, and handed it to her.Julie hesitated. "This letter will be of great benefit to your father," added the messenger. The young girl hurriedly took the letter and quickly opened it, reading: Go at once to Meylan Lane, enter the house numbered fifteen, and ask the porter for the key to the sixth floor.Entering that room, there is a purse of red ribbons in the corner of the mantelpiece, and bring it to your lord.Note that he must receive the purse by eleven o'clock.You promised to do as I said.To keep your word. Enter Sinbad the Sailor. With a cry of joy the young girl looked up, and looked about for the messenger, but he was gone.She returned her gaze to the letter, read it a second time, and found that there was still a small postscript.She read: "Remember, you must do this mission yourself, and you must go alone. If someone else goes, or someone else goes with you, the porter will answer that he has no knowledge of it at all." This postscript dampened the young girl's joy.Can she go without worry?Could there be some kind of trap waiting for her there?She was too naive to know the dangers a young girl of her age might encounter.But the fear of danger does not need to be known in advance, indeed, it is often the unknowable dangers that engender great terror. Yuli hesitated in her heart, and decided to find someone to discuss it.But, by a peculiar feeling, the object of her counsel was neither her mother nor her brother, but Emmanuel.She hastened downstairs, and told him what had happened on the day the representative of Thomson French Bank came to see his father, related the scene on the stairs, and said she had promised him then, and then Show him the letter again. "Then you must go, miss," said Emmanuel. "Going there?" Julie asked. "Yes, I can accompany you." "But didn't you see that the above asked me to go alone?" You Li said. "You are going alone," replied the young man. "I can wait for you at the corner of Musa Street. If you go too long and make me feel uneasy, I will rush to pick you up. If anyone troubles you, I will make him look good!" "Then, Emmanuel," stammered the young girl, "is your opinion that I should obey this order?" "Yes, didn't the messenger say that this is related to whether your father can be saved?" "What danger is he in, Emmanuel?" Emmanuel hesitated for a moment, but in order for Julie to make an immediate decision, he had to tell the truth. "Listen," he said, "it's the fifth of September, isn't it?" "yes." "Then, at eleven o'clock today, your father has almost three hundred thousand francs to pay." "Yes, then I know." "But," continued Emmanuel, "we have not enough cash in the company for fifteen thousand francs." "Then what can we do?" "So, if your father can't find anyone to help him before eleven o'clock today, he will have to declare bankruptcy by twelve o'clock." "Oh, come on, come on!" she yelled, and hurriedly dragged the young man away. By this time Mrs. Morel had told her son all that had happened. The young man knew very well that life in the family had changed a great deal since disaster after disaster had befallen him, but he did not know that things had come to this stage.He froze with fright.Then he rushed out of the room and up the stairs, trying to find his father in the office, but he knocked on the door for a long time, and there was no movement inside.When he was still standing at the door of the office, he heard the bedroom door open, turned around, and saw his father.It turned out that Mr. Morel had not gone directly to his office, but had retired to his bedroom, and did not come out till then. Morrel uttered an exclamation at the sight of his son, who had no idea that he would return.He stood motionless in his usual place, pressing with his left hand something hidden under his clothes.Maximilian jumped down the stairs in three steps, threw his arms around his father's neck, and suddenly drew back and laid his right hand on Morrel's chest. "Father!" he cried, turning deathly gray, "what are you doing with that pistol under your clothes?" "Oh, I'm afraid of that too!" said Morel. "Father, father! For heaven's sake," exclaimed the young man, "tell me, what on earth are you going to do with these weapons?" "Maximilian," replied Morel, looking unblinkingly at his son, "you are a man, and a man of honor. Come, and I will explain to you." So Morrel went with firm steps to his office, and Maximilian followed him, trembling as he walked.Morrel opened the door, shut it after his son had entered, and, crossing the anteroom, went to his desk, put his pistol on it, and pointed to an open ledger.This book of accounts accurately records the financial status of the company.Half an hour later, Morel would have to pay two hundred and eighty-seven thousand five hundred francs.And now he has only fifteen thousand two hundred and fifty francs. "Look!" said Morrel. As the young man read it, he felt more and more hopeless.Morrel said nothing.What else can he say?In the face of such a desperate figure, what explanation is there? "Father, have you tried everything?" the young man asked after a while. "Yes," replied Morrel. "Have you no more money to recover?" "Not at all." "Have you searched everything?" "It's all gone." "After half an hour of saying this," said Maximilian in a dark voice, "our reputation will be disgraced." "Blood washes away shame," said Morel. "You're right, Father, I know you." So he reached for the pistol and said, "One for you and one for me, thank you!" Morrel took his hand. "Your mother! Your sister! Who will support them?" A chill ran through the young man's body. "Father," he said, "have you decided that you want me to live?" "Yes, I want you to do it," answered Morel; "it is your duty. Maximilian, you have a cool and strong mind. Maximilian, you are not an ordinary man. I don't want anything, I don't have any orders, I just want to say to you, put yourself in my place and think carefully, and then you can make your own judgment. " The young man thought for a moment, his eyes showing a sublime resignation, and with a slow, mournful gesture tore off the two epaulets which marked his rank. "Well, then, father," said he, offering his hand to Morrel, "die in peace, father. I shall live." Morrel was almost on his knees before his son, but Maximilian embraced him, and for a moment the two noble hearts were pressed together. "It's not my fault, you know," said Morel. Maximilian smiled. "I know, Father, you are the most respectable man I ever knew." "Well, my son, now that everything is clear, go back to your mother and sister." "Father," said the young man, kneeling on one knee, "bless me!" Morrel took his head in both hands, drew him nearer, kissed him on the forehead a few times, and said: "Oh yes, yes, in my name and of three generations of blameless ancestors Blessing you in name, they said through my mouth: "The mansion destroyed by the disaster, the destiny will rebuild it." Seeing me die like this, even a hard-hearted person will have pity on you. They refused to give me grace, To you, perhaps. Try not to say anything disgraceful. To work, to labor, young man, to strive zealously and courageously, to live, you, your mother and your sister, You must live diligently and frugally, so that your property may increase day by day, and pay off my debts. When the day is all paid off, you can say in this office: 'My father He died because he couldn't do what I did today. But he died peacefully because he died knowing I would.' Think what a day it will be How glorious, how great, how majestic!" "Father! Father!" cried the young man, "Why can't you live?" "If I live, everything changes. If I live, concern turns to suspicion, pity turns to enmity. If I live, I'm just a man who doesn't keep his promises, can't pay his debts, in fact, just a Bankrupt. On the other hand, if I die, remember, Maximilian, that my body is that of an honest and unfortunate man. Living even my best friend would avoid my house, Dead, all Marseilles will send me with tears to my final resting place. Living, you will be ashamed of my name, dead, you can hold your head up and say: 'My father committed suicide because he lived For the first time he was forced to break his promise.'" The young man let out a groan, but seemed to give in.Because his head is not his heart has been persuaded a second time. "Now," said Morrel, "leave me here alone, and try to get your mother and sister away." "Have you not seen your sister any more?" asked Maximilian, who had suggested it for that very reason during this meeting, which still harbored one last dim hope in the young man's heart.Morel shook his head. "I saw her this morning," he said, "and said good-bye to her." "Have you left me no special orders, father?" asked Maximilian hoarsely. "Yes, my child, there is a divine order." "Speak, father." "Only one Thomson French bank has ever sympathized with me, whether out of humanity or selfishness I don't know. Its agents have given me, I won't say three months' extension Time, he's due in ten minutes for the 287,500 francs. This bank should be the first to pay, my boy, and you must respect that man." "Father, I will," said Maximilian. "And now to say goodbye to you again," said Morel. "go Go! I'm going to be here alone.You can find my will on my desk in my bedroom. " The young man still stood there motionless. Although he wanted to obey in his heart, he didn't have the courage to do it. "Listen to me, Maximilian," said his father. "If I were a soldier like you, sent to take a castle, and you knew I would be killed on the attack, wouldn't you say to me as you do now: 'Go, father, Because if you stay, your reputation will be ruined, and you would rather die than be humiliated'!" "Yes, yes!" said the young man, "Yes!" and hugging his father convulsively once more, said, "That's it, Father," and rushed out of the office. After his son had left, Morrel stood still for a moment, with his eyes fixed on the door, then he reached for the bell.After a while, Cocles came in. He was no longer the man he had been, and the horrors of the last three days had overwhelmed him.The thought that the Morells and Sons would not be able to pay completely overwhelmed him more humiliatingly than he had felt in twenty years. "My dear Cocles," said Morrel, with an indescribable expression, "you go and wait in the hall. When the gentleman who came three months ago, Tom French Bank, Let me know when the representative is coming." Cocles made no answer, but nodded, and went into the anteroom, and sat down, while Morrel sank into his chair, his eyes fixed on the clock, Now there are seven minutes left, only seven minutes.The hands of the watch moved so unbelievably fast that he could almost see it moving. This man, who is still young, is saying goodbye to everything he loves in the world, and giving up a life of domestic pleasures, for a reason that may be vain but at least superficially justified, at the end of the day. At that moment, what was going on in his mind, it was really impossible to express.His forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he didn't blame others. His eyes were moist, but they were facing the sky.The hands of the clock continue to move forward.The safety of the pistol was on.He reached out, picked up one, and murmured his daughter's name.Then he put down the deadly weapon, picked up the pen, and wrote a few words.It seemed as if he could not say good-bye to his beloved daughter enough.Then he fixed his eyes on the clock again, and instead of counting fractions, he counted seconds.He took up the deadly weapon again, his mouth half open, his eyes fixed on the clock, and he shuddered at the thought of the click of the trigger.At this time, a piece of cold sweat drenched his forehead, and a terrible pain bit his heart.He heard the hinges of the door at the landing, and the clock chimed a few times, indicating that it was going to strike eleven, when suddenly the door of the office opened.Morrel did not turn, waiting for the words from Cocles: "Representative of Thomson & French." He had the muzzle of the pistol between his teeth.Suddenly he heard a cry, it was his daughter's cry.He turned around and saw Yuri's gun dropped. "Father!" shouted the young girl, who was almost breathless with joy, "Saved, you are saved!" She threw herself into his arms, holding a red silk cloth aloft in one hand. into a purse. "Save, my boy!" asked Morrel in surprise. "What are you talking about?" "Yes, saved, saved! Look, look!" said the young girl. Morrel took the purse with a slight start, for he vaguely remembered that it had once belonged to him.At one end of the purse was tied the promissory note for two hundred and eighty-seven thousand and five hundred francs, though it had been signed for, and at the other end was tied a diamond the size of a hazelnut, with a parchment A note that read: "Youli's dowry." Morrel mopped his forehead with his hand, and it seemed to him that it was a dream.Just at this moment, the clock struck eleven times in a row, and the trembling sound penetrated straight into his body, each time like a hammer hitting his heart. "Speak quickly, my child." He said, "Tell me! Where did you find this purse?" "Found on a mantelpiece in a small room on the sixth floor of No. 15, Lane de Merlan." "But," exclaimed Morrel, "this purse is not yours!" Julie gave the letter she had received in the morning to her father. "Did you go alone?" asked Morrel, after reading the letter. "Emmanuel accompanied me, father. He had promised to meet me at the corner of the Rue Musa, but, strange to say, he was not there when I returned." "Mr. Morel!" cried a voice from the staircase, "Mr. Morel!" "It's his voice!" Julie said.At this time Emmanuel had walked in, his face was filled with excitement. "Pharaoh!" he shouted, "Pharaoh!" " "What! What! The Pharaoh! Are you crazy, Emmanuel? You know that ship has sunk." "The Pharaoh, sir! They're signaling the Pharaoh! The Pharaoh is in port!" Morrel sank in his chair.He was powerless, and his reason could not accept this unheard of, unbelievable, incredible thing.Then his son came in. "Father!" cried Maximilian, "how do you say that the old ship has sunk? Its signal has been received from the watchtower, and they say it is now entering the port." "My dear friends!" said Morrel, "if it is so, it must be a miracle of Heaven. Impossible! Impossible!" But what was real, and no less unbelievable, was the purse in his hand, the signed promissory note, the brilliant diamond. "Ah, sir!" cried Cocles, "what's the matter, Pharaoh?" "Come, my dear children," said Morrel, rising, "let us go and see, and heaven have mercy on us if the news is false!" They all went out and met Mrs. Morel on the stairs, who was really afraid to come to the office.After a while, they arrived at Kanibari Street.At this time, the pier was full of people.Everyone made way for Morel. "Pharaoh! Pharaoh!" Every voice said so. Strange to say, in front of the Saint-Chien watchtower, there is a sailboat with these words painted on its stern in white: "Pharaoh (Marseille Morel & Sons)", it is exactly the same as the original Pharaoh, And it was laden with cargo, probably still with magenta and indigo.She cast anchor, all sails were furled, Captain Gaumard was on deck giving orders, and Penelon was signaling to M. Morel.No more doubts!What you see with your own eyes and hear with your own ears is true.And more than 10,000 people were present as witnesses.The Morrels embraced excitedly on the shore, and the citizens cheered and applauded the miracle. At this time, a man with a black beard was hiding in a sentry box, watching the commander and whispered, "Rejoice, noble heart! May God bless all the good you have done and will do, and let my gratitude and your favor be hidden!" So, with a pleasant smile, he left his hiding place, stepped down the side ladder without anyone noticing, and shouted three times: "Jacopo! Jacopo! Jacopo! "So a small boat rowed towards the shore, picked him up, and sent him to a luxurious yacht. He jumped on the deck of the yacht as nimbly as a sailor, and turned around from there to look at it. One glance at Morrel, I saw that Morrel was crying with joy, shaking hands with everyone around him very affectionately, and looking at the sky with grateful eyes, as if he wanted to find the unknown benefactor in the sky like. "And now," said the Unknown Guest, "farewell to kindness, humanity and gratitude! Farewell to all noble affections, for I have rewarded the good. Now the god of vengeance has empowered me to punish the wicked !” Following these words, he sent out a signal, and as if just waiting for the signal, the yacht immediately sailed out of the harbor.