Rosenblatt looked up and beckoned the Sergeant toward him.
"I would speak with you," he said faintly.
The Sergeant approached, bringing Kalmar along with him.
"You need not fear, I shall not try to escape," said Kalmar. "I give you my honour."
"Very well," said the Sergeant, turning from him to Rosenblatt. "What do you wish?"
"Come nearer," said the dying man.
The Sergeant kneeled down and leaned over him to listen. With a quick movement Rosenblatt jerked the pistol from the Sergeant's belt and fired straight at old Kalmar, turned the pistol toward Kalman and fired again. But as he levelled his gun for the second time, Paulina, with a cry, flung herself upon Kalman, received the bullet, and fell to the ground. With a wild laugh, Rosenblatt turned the pistol on himself, but before he could fire the Sergeant had wrested it from his hand.
"Aha," he gasped, "I have my revenge!"
"Fool!" said old Kalmar, who was being supported by his son. "Fool! You have only done for me what I would have done for myself."
With a snarl as of a dog, Rosenblatt sank back upon the ground, and with a shudder lay still.