For several minutes Brouard wrestled with her assailant, then the woman collapsed. Brouard turned to assist her, and in that second the man disappeared into the gloom between two lifeboats.
Calling for help, the seaman tried io tend the woman's wounds. Don't mind me, she said, get my husband. Im afraid he Wil try to commit suicide.
When a doctor came his patient was recognized as thirty-six-year-old Mrs. Duncan. She was seriously injured. As the Normandie sped towards New York the doctor performed an operation to save her life, As she went under the ether she murmured "Get my husband."
The loudspeaker system was calling his name over and over again throughout the ship. Red-uniformed pages were calling "Mr. Duncan, Mr. Duncan."
Sailors were peering over the boat-deck, eighty-five feet above the sea, Searchlights were trained on the water, But there was no sign of thirty-five-year-old Robert Duncan. "He must have jumped overboard," said Purser Henri Villas when the Normandie docked in New York.
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