"Murdered . . . you don't say so . . . . Why?"
"I don't know; we arrived after it happened."
"But . . . young François? . . . Monsieur Stéphane? . . ."
"Gone . . . . They must have been killed too."
"But . . . but . . . Maguennoc?"
"Maguennoc? Why do you speak of Maguennoc?"
"I speak of Maguennoc, I speak of Maguennoc . . . because, if he's alive . . . this is a very different business. Maguennoc always said that he would be the first. Maguennoc only says things of which he's certain. Maguennoc understands these things thoroughly."
Honorine reflected and then said:
"Maguennoc has been killed."
This time Corréjou lost all his composure: and his features expressed that sort of insane terror which Véronique had repeatedly observed in Honorine. He made the sign of the cross and said, in a low whisper: