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The thick-set man, whom Norvin took to be the infamous Cardi himself, cried sharply: "Come, come, Signore, speak! Are you hurt?" The prisoner shook his head mechanically, although he did not know whether he was injured or not. His denial seemed to satisfy the chief, who said with relief: "It is well. We did not wish to harm you. There would be consequences, you understand?
They dragged him, still protesting, from his den as dogs drag an animal from its burrow. But Norvin had learned something. That momentary wavering glance, that flitting light of doubt and fear, had told him that to the cobbler the name of Cardi meant something real and terrible. Back at headquarters O'Neil had further information for him. "We've got Larubio's brother-in-law, Caspardo Cressi.
"You can't guess it!" he exclaimed, when they were seated. "And what's more, I won't try. You're getting too mysterious, Bernie." "I've found him." "Whom?" "The bell-cow; the boss dago; the chief head-hunter; Belisario Cardi!" Blake started and the smile died from his lips. Dreux ran on with some heat: "Oh, don't look so skeptical.
Donnelly showed his contempt for such quixotic views by an expressive grunt. "You can take the next one single-handed, if you prefer. Perhaps it may be your friend Cardi." "Perhaps," said Norvin, gravely. "If that should happen, I should feel that I had paid my debt in full." "I'd like a chance to sweat Narcone," growled the Chief, regretfully. "I'd find Cardi, or I'd " He heaved a sigh of relief.
She was unable, however, even with Oliveta's assistance, to put any information in his way, and Blake could think of no better plan than to try once more to sound Caesar Maruffi. If Caesar had really written the letters, it would be strange if he could not be induced to go farther, despite his obvious fear of Cardi.
Even yet there was no coherent speech and the people merely stared at one another or inquired, dully: "What did he say? What is this about Cardi?" "Take her away," Blake repeated. But the Countess recovered herself and with a little gesture bade him go on. He told his story haltingly, clinging to the Colonel to prevent himself from falling, his matted head rolling weakly from side to side.
We all knew him, but he has not been heard from since that terrible night which we both remember. Now this Cardi, well, he is imaginary. If he were flesh and blood the carabinieri would certainly have caught him there were enough of them. Per Baccho! You never saw the like of it. They were thicker than flies." "And yet they didn't catch Narcone, and he's real enough."
"Whether he calls himself Cardi or something else makes no difference; there has been an intelligence of a high order at work among the Mafiosi and the banditti of this neighborhood for many years.
"Why aren't you making merry?" Blake inquired. The overseer shrugged his shoulders, replying, somberly, "I am waiting." "For what?" "Who knows? There are strangers here." "You mean," Blake's manner changed quickly "there may be enemies?" "If Cardi is in the mountains behind Martinello, may he not be here at Terranova? I am looking for a thick, black man. Aliandro has described him."
Maruffi turned back to Norvin, saying: "So, you identified the murderer of your friend Savigno? Madonna mia! You have a memory! But were you not afraid?" "Afraid of what?" "Ah! You are American, as I said before; you fear nothing. But it was Belisario Cardi who killed the Conte of Martinello." "Belisario Cardi is only a name," said Norvin, guardedly. "True!" Maruffi agreed.
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