Chapter 22
THE ADMIRAL BEGINS TO DOUBT "What's this you're telling me, Flanagan?" said the admiral perturbed. "Ask Holleran here, sir; he wus with me when th' waiter said Picard wus a dook. I've suspicioned his han's this long while, sir." "Yes, sir; Picard it was," averred Holleran. "Bah! Mistaken identity." "I'm sure, sir," insisted Holleran. "Picard has a whisker-mole on his chin, sir, like these forriners grow, sir. Picard, sir, an' no mistake." "But what would a duke . . ." "Ay, sir; that's the question," interrupted Flanagan; and added in a whisper: "Y' c'n buy a dozen dooks for a couple o' million francs, sir. Th' first-officer, Holleran here, an' me; nobody else knows what we're after, sir; unless you gentlemen abaft, sir, talked careless. I say 'tis serious, Commodore. He knows what w
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