Part 42 (1/2)

Then a polite, untroubled smile smoothed the pale, dark features of Jose Quintana:

”Bien, messieurs, the coup has been success. Yes? Ver' well; in turn, then, en accord with our custom, I shall dispose myse'f to listen to your good advice.”

He looked at Henri Picquet, smiled and nodded invitation to speak.

Picquet shrugged: ”For me, mon capitaine, eet ees ver' simple. We are five. Therefore, divide into five ze gems. After zat, each one for himself to make his way out----”

”Nick Salzar and Harry Beck are in the Drowned Valley,” interrupted Quintana.

Picquet shrugged again; Sanchez laughed, saying: ”If they are there it is their misfortune. Also, we others are in a hurry.”

Picquet added: ”Also five shares are sufficient division.”

”It is propose, then, that we abandon our comrades Beck and Salzar to the rifle of Mike Clinch?”

”Why not?” demanded Georgiades sullenly;--”we shall have worse to face before we see the Place de l'Opera.”

”There remains, also, Eddie Abrams,” remarked Quintana.

Crooks never betray their attorney. Everybody expressed a willingness to have the five shares of plunder properly a.s.sessed to satisfy the fee due to Mr. Abrams.

”Ver' well,” nodded Quintana, ”are you satisfy, messieurs, to divide an'

disperse?”

Sard said, heavily, that they ought to stick together until they arrived in New York.

Sanchez sneered, accusing Sard of wanting a bodyguard to escort him to his own home. ”In this accursed forest,” he insisted, ”five of us would attract attention where one alone, with sufficient stealth, can slip through into the open country.”

”Two by two is better,” said Picquet. ”You, Sanchez, shall travel alone if you desire----”

”Divide the gems first,” growled Georgiades, ”and then let each do what pleases him.”

”That,” nodded Quintana, ”is also my opinion. It is so settle.

Attention!” Two pistols were in his hands as by magic. With a slight smile he laid them on the moss beside him.

He then spread a large white handkerchief flat on the ground; and, from his pockets, he poured out the glittering cascade. Yet, like a feeding panther, every sense remained alert to the slightest sound or movement elsewhere; and when Georgiades grunted from excess emotion, Quintana's right hand held a pistol before the grunt had ceased.

It was a serious business, this division of loot; every reckless visage reflected the strain of the situation.

Quintana, both pistols in his hands, looked down at the scintillating heap of jewels.

”I estimate two and one quartaire million of dollaires,” he said simply.

”It has been agree that I accep' for me the erosite gem known as The Flaming Jewel. In addition, messieurs, it has been agree that I accep'

for myse'f one part in five of the remainder.”

A fierce silence reigned. Every wolfish eye was on the leader. He smiled, rested his pair of pistols on either knee.

”Is there,” he asked softly, ”any gentleman who shall objec'?”