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Updated: May 8, 2025
Charles Bonaparte had some thought of placing Napoleon in the naval service of France. The boy told Inspector Keralio this; but the chevalier declared that he intended to recommend the boy for promotion to the military school at Paris, and then have him assigned for service at Toulon. This was the nearest port to Corsica, and would place Napoleon nearer to his much-loved family home.
Had he himself not seen Kenneth driving about the Bronx with Keralio at an impossible hour? Had not Helen discovered François conversing on intimate terms with his master? It all looked decidedly bad; only time could unravel it all. It was a fearful thing to suspect a man of Kenneth's standing, but everything pointed to his being involved in a vast network of crime.
"Signor Keralio " "Ah always that fellow! Who is he?" "An adventurer of the worst type. I have had him shadowed by one of my men. He has a police record as a dangerous criminal of international reputation." "And Kenneth's valet that fellow François." "He was formerly in Keralio's employ." The President rose. Extending his hand to the lawyer, he said: "That's enough.
Making a deprecatory gesture with his hand he said indifferently: "That's all right. I was tired and nervous. I'm quieter now. What did Keralio have to say?" "Nothing worth listening to. He never says anything but impertinences." He shrugged his shoulders. "You mustn't take him too seriously." Hotly she retorted: "He takes himself too seriously.
Bringing her to her mother, he said tenderly: "Here's your treasure. Now you can be happy." She shook her head. The nightmare of what Keralio had told her, still obsessed her. "No " she shuddered; " never again. They have killed him!" To her surprise, the lawyer, instead of sharing her sorrow, actually smiled. "Helen," he said; "I have a great surprise for you. A friend has accompanied me here.
Keralio put the gems away in his pocket, and pointed to the stacks of newly printed counterfeit money that lay in stacks all over the floor. "No, you can help me make up bundles of this stuff." Handsome opened wide his eyes at sight of the crisp currency. Greedily he exclaimed: "Say that's some money! Ain't they beauties?"
Keralio, he was also well convinced, had something to do with the missing diamonds, and possibly the present investigation would throw some light on the mystery surrounding Kenneth himself. He had made no mention of his suspicions to Helen, but he could not help feeling that in some way, yet to be discovered, his old comrade had become involved with a band of crooks.
She looked at him keenly for a moment as if trying to read on his sphinx-like face if he knew more about Kenneth than he admitted, and then with forced calmness she said: "In your opinion, Signor Keralio is my husband a man of unusual character, or is he just a man?" The Italian shrugged his shoulders as he replied deprecatingly: "My dear madam, just stop and think a moment.
"There is he!" cried the lawyer, pointing to Keralio. Quick as a flash, the Italian raised the revolver and fired, the bullet entering the plastered wall an inch away from the lawyer's head. Almost simultaneously, another pistol shot rang out, but this time the aim was truer, for, with a cry of baffled rage, Keralio threw his arms above his head and fell to the floor dead.
Could the inmates have taken alarm? All at once they heard people talking. Instantly, Steell recognized the voice of Keralio. He was questioning someone, no doubt the valet. They listened. "Well, did you carry out my orders?" "Oui, monsieur, ze last of ze ten-dollar bills has been passed. I have ze money here." "I did not mean that," broke in Keralio impatiently. "I mean as regards the child "
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