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Johnson and Dean have been watching the place. He went with them like a lamb, too. They've just 'phoned me that they're all on their way here." "Good! Do you need me?" "No! See you later. Good-by!" The Acting Chief slammed up his receiver, leaving his hearer stunned at the suddenness of this long-awaited denouement. Maruffi taken! His race run! Then this was the end of the fight!
The doors, closed on Savonarala's entrance, soon crashed before the vehement onset of the powerful multitude, which struck down on the instant every obstacle it met: the whole convent was quickly flooded with people, and Savonarola, with his two confederates, Domenico Bonvicini and Silvestro Maruffi, was arrested in his cell, and conducted to prison amid the insults of the crowd, who, always in extremes, whether of enthusiasm or hatred, would have liked to tear them to pieces, and would not be quieted till they had exacted a promise that the prisoners should be forcibly compelled to make the trial of fire which they had refused to make of their own free will.
We are robbed, we are blackmailed, and if we resist, behold! something unspeakable befalls us. We do not know who deals the blow, we merely know that we are marked and that some day we are buried." Maruffi shrugged his square shoulders expressively. "Do you suffer in your business?" Norvin asked. "Per Dio! Who does not? I have adopted your free country, Signore, but it is not so free as my own.
At one end sat Caesar Maruffi, massive, calm, powerful; at the other end sat Gino Cressi, huddled beside his father, his pinched face bewildered and terror-stricken. A buzz of voices arose as the crowd caught its first full glimpse of the man who had so nearly lost his life through his efforts to bring these criminals to justice.
"Speaking of Sabella," Blake interposed, curiously, "I had a hand in taking him, and I'm a private citizen." "True!" Maruffi regarded him with his impenetrable eyes. "You predict trouble for me, then?" "I predict nothing. We say in my country that no one escapes the Mafia. No doubt we are timid. You are an American, you are not easily frightened.
He flung his rifle from him with a gesture of repugnance, and went out of the cell. Norvin continued to stand guard over his charge while the search for Maruffi went on, for he dared not trust these men who had gone mad. Thus he did not learn that his arch enemy had been taken until he saw him rushed past in the hands of his captors.
As if through a film he saw the Italian turn away and raise his weapon toward the girl, who was wrenching at the door. "Maruffi!" he shouted. "Oh, God!" then he closed his eyes to shut out what followed. But he heard nothing, for he slipped forward, face down, and felt himself falling, falling, into silence and oblivion. As O'Connell made his way toward St.
"Did you know the fellow?" Norvin queried. "Very well indeed." "Maruffi knows a whole lot, if he'd only open up. He's a Mafioso himself eh, Caesar?" The Chief laughed. "No, no!" the other exclaimed, casting a cautious glance over his shoulder. "I tell you everything I learn. But as for this Sabella I thought him a trifle sullen, perhaps, but an honest fellow."
For the life of him Norvin could not tell whether the man was pleased or chagrined at his secrecy, but something told him that the Sicilian was feeling him out for a purpose. He smiled without answering. "Betrayed!" said Maruffi. "Ah, well, I should not like to be in the shoes of the betrayer." He seemed to lose himself in thought for a moment.
He was near enough to hear their talk, and to catch an occasional glimpse of the game, so that he was not long in finding that they played for considerable stakes. They were as earnest as school-boys, and he watched their ever-changing expressions with interest, particularly when he discovered that Maruffi was in hard luck.
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