There is a flash—a loud report.
They lay him gently down, and Jasper Lamotte bids them send for a physician; there must be one very near.
But Frank beckons his father to come close, and when the others have drawn back, this is what the father hears, from the son's lips:
"There is another—pistol in—my pocket—I meant it for Evan,—you—had better—use it."
Horrible words from the lips of a dying son. They are his last. Before Doctor Benoit can turn back and reach his side, Frank Lamotte has finished his career of folly, and sin, and shame, dying as he had lived, selfishly, like a coward.