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Updated: June 8, 2025
In a letter of 1784 to the Minister of War his father says of Napoleon that, "following the advice of the Comte de Marbeuf, he has turned his studies towards the navy; and so well has he succeeded that he was intended by M. de Keralio for the school of Paris, and afterwards for the department of Toulon.
It was situated at the extreme end of a blind alley and, there being no egress from the street save at one end, there was consequently little or no traffic and, for the great part of the day and night, the silence was as deep and unbroken as in the open country. With his neighbors Signor Keralio was distantly polite, but never intimate.
Suddenly the lawyer stopped speaking and quickly sitting up in his chair stared intently in the distance at a face in the crowd which had caught his eye. "Who is it?" demanded Ray, her woman's jealousy aroused. "I may be mistaken," he replied, "but I thought I saw your friend Signor Keralio." Helen looked up quickly. "My friend?" she exclaimed. "He's no friend of mine.
As he reached the door he turned round. "By the bye, have you seen Signor Keralio lately?" Helen's face grew more serious. "No Signor Keralio does not call here any more-at my request." The president gave a low, expressive whistle. Holding out his hand he said: "Got his walking papers, eh? Well, I guess if you don't like him he isn't much good. I never did care for the look of him."
"There's something else I want to ask you. What do you think of Signor Keralio?" He hesitated a moment before he answered. Then, with some warmth, he said: "As I told you before, I think he's a crook, only we can't prove it. I've been looking up his record. It's a bad one.
"Do you think I'm holding any back on you? Ma foi, non!" Keralio, still counting, fixed his assistant with steely, piercing eyes. "No, François, I think you know me too well for that. You know I never forget a service; you also know I never forgive anyone who crosses my will." The valet shrugged his shoulders. In an injured tone he asked: "What's all ze talk about? I work well for you.
Savagely he retorted: "Of which juice you and Keralio want a goodly share, don't you?" The valet's greenish eyes flashed. "Of course I do, and, what's more, I mean to get it." Changing his free, careless tone to one tense with significance and menace he went on: "Don't be a fool, Monsieur Handsome. Who put you up to this snap, but me?
He lives like a lord, buying swell clothes, riding in ze automobile. Last night he lost at ze club $10,000 he had drew from ze bank." Keralio gave a low whistle. "The deuce he did! Living high, eh? Well that's all right. Let him enjoy it. His gay life won't last long only just as long as it suits my purpose." "Hush! Not a word here he is!"
She thought she would question him, speak to him openly, frankly, as a loyal wife should the man she loves, and give him an opportunity to explain. Now was as good a time as ever. Looking up she said abruptly: "Signor Keralio was here while you were away. I started telling you this afternoon, but you got so excited "
Only Ray and her immediate friends knew that the gayety was forced. The poison had done its deadly work. The few words uttered by Signor Keralio that afternoon shortly after her husband's departure had burnt deep into her mind like letters of fire. Well she guessed the object of the wily Italian in speaking as he did. It availed him nothing, and she only despised him the more.
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