He turned and sat down on the nearest chair, and, taking out his pen-knife, ripped the parcel open.

The first thing that fell was a shower of yellow faded papers.

Bonaparte opened them carefully one by one, and smoothed them out on his knee.

There was something very valuable to be hidden so carefully, though the German characters he could not decipher.

When he came to the last one, he felt there was something hard in it.
"You've got it, Bon, my boy! you've got it!" he cried, slapping his leg hard.