The Washington herald., 1911-03-01
Copyright. 1910. The BObbs-Merhl CompanJ.J

| breakfast This getting up early always
| makes me rayenouS. The smell Of the
J captains coffee may have had something
| to do with it. a"
You were thinking of nothing Of the
sort" she cried. II know. 1t was the
treasure and this great-grandson Of Ma
poleon. Sometimes 1 feel only dreamed
these things. Why? Because whoever
started out on a treasure quest without
! having thrilling adventures, shots in the
dark. footsteps outside the room, villains,
and all the rest of the paraphernalia? l
never read nor heard of such a thing"
Nor l. But there's land yonder," ne
! said, without an answering smile.
Then" in an awed whisper, you be-
lieve something is going to happen
] there?'
One thing l am certain of, but 1 can
| not tell you just at this nfoment'
A bit of color came to her checks. As
IL, reading his eyes, she! did not know
this thing he was so certain of! Should
she let him tell her? Not real eddy in
! the current. unless it was his fear of
money. If only she could lose her mon
ey. temporarily If only she had an
I ogre for Il parent, nOwI But she hadn't.
He was so dear and SO kind and so proud
of her that if she told him she was go
ing to be married that morning his only
question would have been: At what
against all accepted rules. She was ih-
crdinately happy.
There is only one thing lacking: this
great-grandson himself. He will be yt9n-
der somewhere. For the man in the
chimney was he or his agent"
And aren't you afraid?"
'Of what?'' proudly.
blood of these Napoleons that nothing
shall stand in the path of their desires. I
neither mems lives nor woman's honor"
Il am not afraid. There is the sun at
last. What picture! And the shame of
il! I am hungry"
At half after 8 the yacht let so her an
chOr few hundred yards from the quay.
Every one was astir now; but at the
breakfast table there was one vacant
chair - Breitmanns. NJ. Ferraud and
Fitzgerald exchanged significant glances.
In fact. the Frenchman drank his coffee
Eurriedly and excused himself. Brett,
mann was not on deck, neither was he
in his stateroom. The door was open.
NJ. Ferrauds without any unnecessary
oualms of conscience, went in One
glance at the trunk was sufficient. The
lock hung down, disclosing the secret
hollow. For once the little mans suav-
ity forsoOk him, and he swore like a
sailor, but softly. He rushed again to
the deck and sought Capt. Flanagan.
who was enjoying pipe forward
Captain, where is Mr.. Breitmann?''
"Breitmann? Oh, he went ashore in
one of the fruit boats. Missed tn mo-
tor
Did he take any luggage?"
'Baggage?' corrected Capt. Flanagan.
"Nothin' but his hat, sir. Anythin'
wrOng?'
"Oh. no. We missed him at break
fast" NJ Ferraud turned about, pain
f.rITy- bat he ha1 hao
Fitzgerald hove in sight Find him.
Ashore said n. Ferraud. with vio-
lent gesture
Isn't it time to make known who he
is?''
mot yet 1t would start too many COM
Llications. Besides. I doubt if he has the
true measurements"
There was ample time for him to make
copy
Perhaps"
M. Ferraud?''
"weII?"
i've an idea, and I have had it for
some time, that you wouldn't feel hor-
ribIy disappointed if our friend made
away with the money
NJ. Ferraud shrugged; then he laughed
quietly.
well, neither would l." Fitzgerald
added.
My son, you are man after my own
heart. 1 was furious for the moment to
think that he had outwitted me the first
move. 1 did not want him to meet his
confederates without my eyes on him.
And there you have it, 1t is not the
money. which is morally his; it is his
friends, his lying, mocking friends
Are We fair to the admiral? He has
set his heart on this thing"
And shall we spoil his pleasure? Let
him find it out later
DO you know Corsica %
AS the palm of my hand
But the woman?''
They will never be in the danger zone.
No blood will be spilled, unless it be
mine. He has no love for me, and am
his only friend, save one
Suppose this persecution OF Germany's
was only bIind?''
My admiration for you grows. Er.
Fitzgerald. But I have dug too deeply
into that end of it not to be certain that
Germany has tossed this bombshell into
France without holding a string to it,
Did you know that Breitmann had once
been hit by spent bullet? Here" point
ing to the side Of his head. He is al
ways conscious of what he does but not
of the force that makes him do it. DO
YOU understand me? He is living in a
dream, and / must wake him.
The adyenturers were now ready to dis
embark. They took nothing but rugs and
handbags, for there would be no preen-
ing of fine feathers on hotel verandas.
With the exception of HiIdegarde all were
eager and excited. Her breast was heavy
with forebodings. Who and what was
this man Ferraud? One thing she knew:
he was a menace to the man she loved,
aye, with every throb of her heart and
every thought of her mind.
The admiral was like a boy starting
out upon his first fishing excursion. to
him there existed nothing else in the
world beyond chest OF money hidden
somewhere in the pine forest of Atone
He talked and laughed. pinched Laura's
cheek, shook FitzgeraId's shoulder. prod
ded Coldfeld. and fused because the mo-
tor wasn't 90 horsepower
Father" Laura asked suddenly,
where is Mr.. Breitmann?'
TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW.