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The tourists always think they can win while the gambling world has gone to its meals! They get seats, it is true, but they always lose." "Yes," replied The Sparrow. "It is a strange fact that the greatest losses are sustained by the players when the Rooms are most empty. Nobody has yet ever been able to account for it." "And yet it is so," declared old Cataldi. "I have watched it day by day.
Before a house in the Rue Rossette he paused, and ascending to a flat on the third floor, rang the bell. The door was slowly opened by an elderly, rather shabbily-attired Italian. It was Yvonne's late servant at the Villa Amette, Giulio Cataldi. The old man drew back on recognizing his visitor. "Well, Cataldi!" exclaimed the well-dressed adventurer cheerily. "I'm quite a stranger am I not?
After a short chat The Sparrow, who had offered the old man a cigarette from a cheap plated case much worn, began to make certain inquiries. "This is a very serious and confidential affair, Cataldi," he said. "I want to know the absolute truth and I must have it."
"There is a distinct intention to fasten the guilt upon young Henfrey, because he alone would have a motive for revenge for the death of his father. Of that fact the man or woman who fired the shot was most certainly aware. How could Cataldi have known of it?" "I certainly believe the Italian robbed his mistress and afterwards attempted to murder her," Howell insisted.
The inspector evidently suspected the young Englishman of having shot Mademoiselle, and the search was in order to try and discover the weapon. Meanwhile the brown-bearded officer called the Italian manservant, who gave his name as Giulio Cataldi, and who stated that he had been in Mademoiselle Ferad's service a little over five years. "Have you ever seen this Englishman before?"
I have no idea of the identity of the writer of any anonymous letter. But Howell, no doubt, saw that if he rid himself of me it would be to his great advantage." "Then Cataldi will not speak the truth because he fears Howell?" remarked the notorious chief of Europe's underworld. "Exactly. Now that I can think, I can piece the whole puzzle together. It is all quite plain.
Was it because of some untoward occurrence that the old Italian did not like London, Hugh wondered. "And you are quite sure that you do not recollect my father calling upon your mistress?" "As I have said, m'sieur, I do not remember. Yet I recall the name, as it is a rather unusual one." "And you have never heard of Mr. Benton?" Cataldi shook his head.
We went to see a first function at the Elysee some time in February, two Cardinals were to be named and Grevy was to deliver the birettas. Mollard asked to see me one morning, telling me that the two ablegates with their suite had arrived, and wished to pay their respects to me. One of them was Monsignor Cataldi, whom we had known well in Rome when we were living there.
"But she is one of Il Passero's assistants eh?" The girl laughed lightly. "Perhaps," was her enigmatical reply. "Who knows? It is, however, evident that Il Passero is seriously concerned at the tragic affair at the Villa Amette." "Have you ever been there?" She hesitated a few moments, then said: "Yes, once." "And you know the old Italian servant Cataldi?" She replied in the affirmative.
When they stopped at Marseilles, both men were careful not to leave the train, but continued in it, arriving at the great station of Nice in the early afternoon. They left their bags at a small hotel just outside the station, and taking a cab, they drove away into the old town. Afterwards they proceeded on foot to the Rue Rossetti, where they climbed to the flat occupied by old Giulio Cataldi.
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