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A startling array of legal talent had appeared for the defense; the trial was expected to prove the greatest legal battle in the history of the commonwealth. Maruffi, with his genius for control, had assumed an iron-bound leadership and laughed openly at the possibility of a conviction.
It was a long time before she dared trust herself with Maruffi, for always she saw the blood of her father upon his hands. But she is Sicilian, she turned to stone and finally welcomed his caresses. Ah! that man will suffer for what he has made her endure." Blake inquired, curiously, "Does he really love her?" "Yes. That is the strangest part of the whole affair.
She spoke with the same hysterical ferocity as when she had cursed her father's murderer in the castello of Terranova. "He calls himself Caesar Maruffi," Blake told her. There was a pause, then she said, simply: "That is a lie." "No, no! I saw him that night. I saw him again to-night." "It cannot be." "That is what I have said," concurred Vittoria, with strange eagerness.
The assurance of conviction grew as it was proven that Maruffi himself had rented Larubio's shop and laid the trap for Donnelly's destruction. Step by step the plot was bared in all its hideous detail. The blood money was traced from the six hirelings up through the four superiors to Caesar himself.
For uncertainty as to Maruffi's whereabouts had weighed heavily upon him, especially in view of the possible danger to the woman he loved and to her devoted companion. The voice of O'Neil came over the wire, full-toned and distinct: "Hello! Is this Blake?" and then, "We've got Maruffi!" "When? Where?" shouted Norvin. "Five minutes ago; at his own house.
But as fortune continued to run against Maruffi, he began to fear that the time was not favorable. What a picture those laughing, hawk-like men formed, surrounding the black, resentful merchant! Martel Savigno could have drawn a group like that, he mused, for he had a rare appreciation of his own people, no matter what might be said of his talent.
Maruffi had broken away and come for his vengeance, but how or why this had been made possible he could not conceive. It sufficed that the man was here in the flesh, sinister, terrible, malignant as hell. Blake knew that the ultimate test of his courage had come.
Maruffi if he were indeed the author of those letters had not shrunk from betraying the unthinking instruments of the Mafia. Would he ever bring himself to implicate the man, or men, higher up? Blake doubted it. A certain instinctive distrust of the Sicilian was beginning to master him when a letter came which put a wholly different face upon the matter.
Seeing that he did not fall, Maruffi cocked and fired a second time without aiming, but his victim was upon him like a tiger and together they crashed back against the wall, locked in each other's arms. Blake's will propelled him splendidly. All that indecision with which fear works upon the mind had left him, but the old contraction of his nerves still hampered his action.
I've made friends, for one thing, and that's considerable. Here comes one now. You know him, don't you?" Dan indicated a thick-necked, squarely built Italian who had entered at the moment. "That's Caesar Maruffi." Norvin regarded the new-comer with interest, for Maruffi stood for what is best among his Americanized countrymen.
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