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There are not many 'Burke's' there." "It amuses me to think that I should confide this secret to you. The wine is good, and perhaps perhaps I was hungry. Accept what I have told you as a jest." They both became untalkative as the coffee came. Fitzgerald was musing over the impulse which had seized him in asking Breitmann to share his dinner.
On land, he was likely to imitate landsmen in manners and politeness; but on board he tipped his hat to nobody; leastwise, to nobody but Miss Laura, bless her heart! "I reckon one o' you is th' new sec'rety." "Yes, I am the new secretary," replied Breitmann, unsmiling. "Furrin parts?" "Yes." "Well, well!" as if, while he couldn't help the fact, it was none the less to be pitied.
"I ask your pardon, my dear. My ears are not so keen as might be. I'm an old blockhead to think that you were having an attack of ghosts. But we'll solve the riddle shortly, and then we shan't have any trouble with our alarm bells," with a significant glance at Fitzgerald. "Well, Mr. Breitmann, suppose we take a look at the work? Laura, you show Mr. Fitzgerald the gardens.
I will make you a proposition. Tear up those papers, erase the memory from your mind, and I will place in your hands every franc of those two millions." Breitmann laughed harshly. "You have said that I am mad; very well, I am. But I know what I know, and I shall go on to the end. You are clever.
"Since she was eighteen, Jack, she has crossed the man-trail like a sandstorm, and quite as innocently, too." "Oh, rot! I'm no green and salad youth." "Your bones will be only the tougher, that's all." Another pause. "But what's your opinion regarding Breitmann?" Cathewe laced his fingers and bent his chin on them. "There's a great rascal or a great hero somewhere under his skin."
"When we see a madman rushing blindly over a precipice it is a human instinct to reach out a hand to save him." "But how do you know he is rushing blindly?" Breitmann smiled this question. Hildegarde sent him a terrified glance. But for the stiff back of her chair she must have fallen. M. Ferraud demolished an olive before he answered the question.
Breitmann rose presently and sauntered forward, while M. Ferraud snuggled down in his rugs again. The others entered into a game of deck-cricket. But M. Ferraud was not so ill that he was unable to steal from his cabin at half after nine, at night, without even the steward being aware of his departure.
"Women in affairs of this sort are always in the way," said Picard. M. Ferraud did not hear what Breitmann replied. "Take my word for it," pursued Picard, "this one will trip you; and you can not afford to trip at this stage. We are all ready to strike, man. All we want is the money. Every ten francs of it will buy a man.
They bent over the cases, agreed and disagreed, the one with the sharp gestures, the other with the rise and fall of the voice. For them nothing else existed; they were truly engrossed. Breitmann, hiding a smile that was partly a yawn, stole quietly away. Butterflies did not excite his concern in the least. M. Ferraud was charmed. He was voluble.
At least, M. Ferraud, who overheard the major part of the conversation, later in the day, was convinced that Picard had joined the crew of the Laura for no other purpose than to be in touch with Breitmann. There were some details, however, which would be acceptable. He followed them to the Rue Fesch, to a trattoria, but entered from the rear.
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