The Trembling of a Leaf: Rain & Other South Sea Stories. Уильям Сомерсет Моэм

unearthly. Walker was dead. Then the natives broke out with loud cries. The tears ran down their faces, and they beat their breasts.

      Mackintosh disengaged his hand from the dead man's, and staggering like one drunk with sleep he went out of the room. He went to the locked drawer in his writing-desk and took out the revolver. He walked down to the sea and walked into the lagoon; he waded out cautiously, so that he should not trip against a coral rock, till the water came to his arm-pits. Then he put a bullet through his head.

      An hour later half a dozen slim brown sharks were splashing and struggling at the spot where he fell.