spite of them all. There will never be another kingdom in France, at
least not in our generation. There's a Napoleon in Belgium and a
Bourbon in England; the one drills mediocre soldiers and the other
shoots grouse. They will never go any further."

The secretary spread his fingers and shrugged. "If there was only a
direct descendant of Napoleon!"

"Well, there isn't," retorted Fitzgerald, dismissing the subject into
limbo. "And much good it would do if there was."

"This treasure would rightly be his," insisted Breitmann.

"It was put together to bring Napoleon back. There is no Napoleon to
bring back."

"In other words, the money belongs to the finder?"

"Exactly."

"Findings is keepings," the admiral determined. "That's Captain
Flanagan's rule."

The girl could bring together no reasons for the mind inclining to the
thought that between the two young men there had risen an antagonism of
some sort, nothing serious but still armed with spikes of light in the
eyes and a semi-truculent angle to the chin. Fitzgerald was also aware
of this apparency, and it annoyed him. Still, sometimes instinct
guides more surely than logic. After all, he and Breitmann were only
casual acquaintances. There had never been any real basis for