The sky was illuminated by countless fires.

Every window of every cottage and hotel blazed with lights.

The night had been turned into day.

The eyes of the two Germans were like the eyes of those who had passed through an earthquake, of those who looked upon the burning of San Francisco, upon the destruction of Messina.
"We were betrayed, general," whispered the head-waiter.
"We were betrayed, baron," replied the bearded one.
"But you were in time to warn the flotilla." With a sigh, the older man nodded.
"The last message I received over the wireless," he said, "before I destroyed it, read, 'Your message understood.

We are returning.