Holleran"s jaw sagged.
CHAPTER XXII
THE ADMIRAL BEGINS TO DOUBT
"What"s this you"re telling me, Flanagan?" said the admiral perturbed.
"Ask Holleran here, sir; he wus with me when th" waiter said Picard wus a dook. I"ve suspicioned his han"s this long while, sir."
"Yes, sir; Picard it was," averred Holleran.
"Bah! Mistaken ident.i.ty."
"I"m sure, sir," insisted Holleran. "Picard has a whisker-mole on his chin, sir, like these forriners grow, sir. Picard, sir, an" no mistake."
"But what would a duke . . ."
"Ay, sir; that"s the question," interrupted Flanagan; and added in a whisper: "Y" c"n buy a dozen dooks for a couple o" million francs, sir.
Th" first-officer, Holleran here, an" me; n.o.body else knows what we"re after, sir; unless you gentlemen abaft, sir, talked careless. I say "tis serious, Commodore. _He_ knows what we"re lookin" fer."
Holleran nudged his chief. "Tell th" commodore what we saw on th" way here."
"Picard hobn.o.bbin" with Mr. Breitmann, sir."
Breitmann? The admiral"s smile thinned and disappeared. There might be something in this. Two million francs did not appeal to him, but he realized that to others they stood for a great fortune, one worthy of hazards. He would talk this over with Cathewe and Fitzgerald and learn what they thought about the matter. If this fellow Picard was a duke and had shipped as an ordinary hand foreward . . . Peace went out of the admiral"s jaw and Flanagan"s heart beat high as he saw the old war-knots gather. Oh, for a row like old times! For twenty years he had fought nothing bigger than a drunken stevedore. Suppose this was the beginning of a fine rumpus? He grinned, and the admiral, noting the same, frowned. He wished he had left the women at Ma.r.s.eilles.
"Say nothing to any one," he warned. "But if this man Picard comes aboard again, keep him there."
"Yessir."
"That"ll be all."
"What d" y" think?" asked Holleran, on the return to the _Place des Palmiers_, for the two were still hungry.
"Think? There"s a fight, bucko!" jubilantly.
"These pleasure-boats sure become monotonous." Holleran rubbed his dark hands. "When d" y" think it"ll begin?"
"I wish ut wus t"day."
"I"ve seen y" do some fine work with th" peg."
They had really seen Picard and Breitmann talking together. The acquaintanceship might have dated from the sailing of the _Laura_, and again it mightn"t. 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. M. Ferraud never a.s.sumed any disguises, but depended solely upon his adroitness in occupying the smallest s.p.a.ce possible. So, while the two conspirators sat at a table on the sidewalk, M. Ferraud chose his inside, under the grilled window which was directly above them.
"Everything is in readiness," said Picard.
"Thanks to you, duke."
"To-night you and your old boatman Pietro will leave for Atone. The admiral and his party will start early to-morrow morning. No matter what may happen, he will find no drivers till morning. The drivers all understand what they are to do on the way back from Evisa. I almost came to blows with that man Flanagan. I wasn"t expecting him ash.o.r.e.
And I could not stand the grime and jeans a minute longer. Perhaps he will believe it a case of mistaken ident.i.ty. At any rate he will not find out the truth till it"s too late for him to make a disturbance.
We have had wonderful luck!"
A cart rumbled past, and the listener missed a few sentences. What did the drivers understand? What was going to happen on the way back from Evisa? Surely, Breitmann did not intend that the admiral should do the work and then be held up later. The old American sailor wasn"t afraid of any one, and he would shoot to kill. No, no; Breitmann meant to secure the gold alone. But the drivers worried M. Ferraud. He might be forced to change his plans on their account. He wanted full details, not puzzling components. Quiet prevailed once more.
"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. We leave Ma.r.s.eilles in your care; the rest of us will carry the word on to Lyons, Dijon and Paris. With this unrest in the government, the army scandals, the dissatisfied employees, and the idle, we shall raise a whirlwind greater than "50 or "71. We shall reach Paris with half a million men."
Again Breitmann said something lowly. M. Ferraud would have liked to see his face.
"But what are you going to do with the other woman?"
Two women: M. Ferraud saw the ripple widen and draw near. One woman he could not understand, but two simplified everything. The drivers and two women.
"The other?" said Breitmann. "She is of no importance."
M. Ferraud shook his head.
"Oh, well; this will be, your private affair. Captain Gra.s.set will arrive from Nice to-morrow night. Two nights later we all should be on board and under way. Do you know, we have been very clever. Not a suspicion anywhere of what we are about."
"Do you recollect M. Ferraud?" inquired Breitmann.
"That little fool of a b.u.t.terfly-hunter?" the duke asked.
M. Ferraud smiled and gazed laughingly up at the grill.
"He is no fool," abruptly. "He is a secret agent, and not one move have we made that is unknown to him."
"Impossible!"
M. Ferraud could not tell whether the consternation in Picard"s voice was real or a.s.sumed. He chose to believe the latter.
"And why hasn"t he shown his hand?"
"He is waiting for us to show ours. But don"t worry," went on Breitmann. "I have arranged to suppress him neatly."
And the possible victim murmured: "I wonder how?"
"Then we must not meet again until you return; and then only at the little house in the Rue St. Charles."
"Agreed. Now I must be off."