Before the safe in the library stood Breitmann, a small tape in his hand.

For several minutes he contemplated somberly the nickel combination wheel.

He could open it for he knew the combination.

To open it would be the work of a moment.

Why, then, did he hesitate?
Why not pluck it forth and disappear on the morrow?
The admiral had not made a copy, and without the key he might dig up Corsica till the crack of doom.