The ledge sloped steeply there, the edge was vague, already the two seemed to be wrestling in mid air; and the mute was desperate.
That moment of hesitation was fatal.

Clon's long arms were round the other's arms, crushing them into his ribs; Clon's skull-like face grinned hate into the other's eyes; his bony limbs curled round him like the folds of a snake.

Larolle's strength gave way.
'Damn you all! Why don't you come up ?' he cried.

And then, 'Ah! Mercy! mercy!' came in one last scream from his lips.

As the Lieutenant, taken aback before, sprang forward to his aid, the two toppled over the edge, and in a second hurtled out of sight.
'MON DIEU!' the Lieutenant cried; the answer was a dull splash in the depths below.