Her eyes shone like winter stars.
"Father!" she cried, dropping the papers, and spreading out her arms.
"Father, it's the greatest thing in the world.

A treasure!" "What's that, Laura ?" straining his ears.
"A treasure, hidden by the soldiers of Napoleon; put together, franc by franc, in the hope of some day rescuing the emperor from St.Helena.
It is romance! A real treasure of two millions of francs!" clapping her hands.
"Where ?" It was Breitmann who spoke.

His voice was not clear.
"Corsica!" "Corsica!" The admiral laughed like a child.

Right under his very nose all these years, and he cruising all over the chart! "Laura, dear, there's no reason in the world why we shouldn't take the yacht and go and dig up this pretty sum." "No reason in the world!" But the secretary did not pronounce these words aloud.
"A telegram for you, sir," said the butler, handing the yellow envelope to Fitzgerald.
"Will you pardon me ?" he said drawing off to a window.
"Go ahead," said the admiral, fingering the medal of the Legion of Honor.
Fitzgerald read: "Have made inquiries.

Your man never applied to any of the metropolitan dailies.