The flask holding the parchment which they had all signed was corked and tarred over.
"It is done," said the doctor.
And from out all their mouths, vaguely stammered in every language, came the dismal utterances of the catacombs.
"Ainsi soit-il!"
"Mea culpa!"
"Asi sea!"
"Aro raï!"
"Amen!"
It was as though the sombre voices of Babel were scattered through the shadows as Heaven uttered its awful refusal to hear them.
The doctor turned away from his companions in crime and distress, and took a few steps towards the gunwale. Reaching the side, he looked into space, and said, in a deep voice,—