Suddenly, the airship lurched, and alarms blared. Crouched upon the deck, ready for another, sudden heave, the young man’s head swung toward the panel of dials and gauges that were all, with sickening swiftness, falling. There was no pressure anywhere.
Leaping toward the engine room, of late the scene of his murderous betrayal, he saw, all at once, the trail of blood and the pale corpse by the engine.
The sabotage was done; the old man, in his last moments, had vented everything.
Silent, the speeding vessel was dashed against the open sea, its beautiful craftsmanship wrecked upon uncaring waves.
Tale Told 