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Carlo's face hardened. "But " "Come outside with me," said M. Ferraud in a tone which brooked no further argument. The two stepped out into the hall, and when the Frenchman came back his face was animated. "Mr. Ferraud," said the admiral icily, "my daughter has informed me what passed between you. I must say that you have taken a deal upon yourself." "Mr. Ferraud is right," put in Fitzgerald.
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.
"Are you not dead for sleep?" "It does not matter." Breitmann's eyes opened, for his brain was wide awake. "Ferraud?" "Yes. They wished me to say good-by for them." "To me?" incredulously. "They have none but good wishes." "She will never know?" "Not unless Mr. Fitzgerald tells her." "Hildegarde, I had planned her abduction. Don't misunderstand. I have sunk low indeed, but not so low as that.
Ferraud is!" "Lively as a cricket. Your father, I understand, is to take him as far as Marseilles. After to-night everything will be quite formal, I suppose. Honestly, I feel ill at ease in accepting your splendid hospitality. I'm an interloper. I haven't even the claim of an ordinary introduction. It has been very, very kind of you." "You know Mrs. Coldfield.
It can not be said that he roamed about the deck, for whenever he moved it was in the shadow, and always forward. By and by voices drifted down the wind. One he knew and expected, Breitmann's; of the other he was not sure, though the French he spoke was of classic smoothness. M. Ferraud was exceedingly interested. He had been waiting for this meeting.
In the hue and cry for her, these elements in the game would fall to a minor place. Well he knew M. Ferraud: he would call to heaven for the safety of Laura. Love her? Yes! She was the one woman. But men did not make captives of women and obtain their love. He knew the futility of such coercion. He had committed two or three scoundrelly acts, but never would he or could he sink to such a level.
He was rather bewildered, for he had not expected so large an order upon M. Ferraud's promise. "Fifty years ago. . ." "Ah! Fifty years ago," interrupted M. Ferraud eagerly, "I should have thrown my little to the cause. Men and times were different then; the world was less sordid and more romantic." "Well, I shall always hold that we have no right to that treasure." "Fiddlesticks, Laura!
Whatever antagonism or anger he had harbored against Breitmann evaporated. Poor devil, indeed! He understood M. Ferraud now. Breitmann was mad; but till he made a decisive stroke no man could stay him. So many things were clear now. He was after the treasure, and he meant to lay his hands upon it, peacefully if he could, violently if no other way opened.
But if you appear under disgraceful colors, you might have an unlooked-for adversary. That, madame, is the danger against which I would warn you." "And who is he?" "Comte Ferraud." "Monsieur Ferraud has too great an affection for me, too much respect for the mother of his children "
Fitzgerald knew from the beginning. Is that not true?" "It is, Mr. Ferraud. Go on." "Breitmann is the great-grandson of Napoleon. By this time he is traveling over some mountain pass, with his inheritance snug under his hand. You will ask, why all these subterfuges, this dodging in and out? Thus.
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