With his hands behind his back, he bent and critically examined the contents.

Then, very carefully, he extracted a packet of papers, yellow and old, bound with heavy cording.

Beneath this packet was a medal of the Legion of Honor, some rose leaves, and a small glove.
"Know what I think ?" said the admiral, stilling the shake in his voice.
"This belonged to that mysterious Frenchman who lived here eighty years ago.

I'll wager that medal cost some blood.

By cracky, what a find!" "And the poor little glove and the rose leaves!" murmured the girl, in pity.