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Updated: June 17, 2025
Soon after court convened on the following morning the jury sent word that they had reached a verdict, and the court-room quickly filled. Rumors of Caesar Maruffi's double identity had gone forth; it was hinted that he was none other than the dreaded Belisario Cardi, that genius of a thousand crimes who had held all Sicily in fear. This report supplied the last touch of dramatic interest.
I shall come back, if I may." He rose as the old man shuffled down the path, and went in search of the Donna Teresa, for he was determined to offer every discouragement in his power to what struck him as an extremely rash and perilous course. Men like Belisario Cardi, or Narcone the Butcher, would hesitate no more in attacking a woman than a man.
"I shall come to no harm, believe me. I am known to be young, rich, and my marriage is but a few days off. What more natural, therefore, than for some Mafioso to try to frighten me and profit by the dreaded name of Cardi? I am a stranger here in my own birthplace. When I become better known, there will be no more feeble attempts at blackmail.
I think we will convict them for something or other, however; at any rate, we have broken up this gang, even though we have lost the two men we most desired. Narcone went to Naples. He may be there now, he may be in any part of Italy, or he may even be in your own America, for all I know. And this mysterious Cardi is probably with him.
Although her burden was enough to tax a man's strength, she balanced it easily upon her head and made no move to go. "And the others! May they all be blinded Attilio, Gaspare, Roberto! The hangman will get them, surely. Briganti, indeed!" She snorted like a horse. "May Belisario Cardi roast them over these very fagots."
It is a miracle that you have crossed the seas so many times in safety." "So! Now tell me what I want to know." "They have gone." "Where?" "How do I know? Find Belisario Cardi may he live a million years in hell! Find him, and you will find them also." "You mean " "Find Belisario Cardi, that most infamous of assassins. My padrona has set out to say good morning to him.
I am Vito Sabella, a poor man, I swear it by the body of Christ. I have never seen this Cardi. God will punish those who persecute me." Blake leaned forward until his face was close to Narcone's. "Look closely," he said. "Have you ever seen me before?" They stared at each other, eye to eye, and the Sicilian nodded.
I have enemies, my friend, and I assure you I do not cherish them." "The Countess Margherita is a famous beauty, eh? Well! It is not remarkable that you should have rivals." "No, no. This has nothing to do with her, unless our approaching marriage has roused them to make a demonstration. Have you ever heard of Belisario Cardi?" "Not until this morning. Who is he?" "I would give much to know.
"It was unwise of you to come here you may be followed. Tell me quickly what has made you so indiscreet?" "I have found Belisario Cardi." She paled; her eyes flamed. "Yes it's incredible." His voice shook. "I know the man well, that's the marvel of it. I've trusted him; I've rubbed shoulders with him; I went to him to-night to enlist his aid."
"What did the letter say?" "It demanded a great sum of money, with my life as the penalty for refusal. It was signed by Cardi; there was no mistaking the name. If it had been from Narcone, for instance, I would have paid no attention to it, for he is no more than a cattle-thief. But Belisario Cardi! My boy, you don't appreciate the significance of that name.
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