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I received a letter some time ago containing most of the information you've just given me, and stating that there are extradition papers for him in New York. The letter says that some of his old gang have confessed to their part in the murder and have implicated Narcone so strongly that he will hang if they can get him back to Sicily." "I believe that. But who is your informant?" "I don't know.
"Nor have I. I do not wish to harm any man; but I became involved in this through a desire to see justice done, and I have reached a point where I cannot stop or go back. It started with the arrest of Gian Narcone. You know how Donnelly was killed. They took his life for Narcone's, and he, too, was my dear friend." "All this is familiar to me," she said, in a strained tone.
When Donnelly had regained his breath he savagely commanded the fellow to be silent, but Narcone only shifted his fury from his betrayer to the Chief of Police. To the Pinkerton operative Donnelly said, gratefully: "That was good work, Corte. Wire me from New York. We'll have to go now, for the ship is clearing."
It may have come from the very gang I'm after. It strikes me that they wanted to get rid of Narcone, but didn't know just how to go about it, so used me for an instrument. Now they want to scare me off." "But he names the very place; the very hour." "Sure everything except the very dago who is to do the killing! If he knew where and when, why wouldn't he know how and who?"
"Do you think there is any possibility of my winning her? I thought so once, but lately I have been terribly doubtful." "I should say it will depend largely upon your finding her. We are not the only good men who will love her. They sailed from here to Naples on the trail of Narcone; that much I believe is reasonably certain. I will give you a letter to the police there, and they will help you.
"You mean the Quatrones may try to break you?" "Something like that." "Suppose Narcone er resists?" Donnelly shrugged, "We can't very well kill him, That's what makes it hard. I knew you had as much at stake as I, so I felt sure you'd help."
Phillip Street and perhaps get a look at your old friend Narcone. If you care to come along, Mr. Dreux, I'd be glad to have you." Bernie Dreux threw up his shapely hands in hasty refusal. "Oh dear, no!" he protested. "I haven't lost any Italian murderers. This expedition, which you're planning so lightly, may lead to Heaven knows what.
The authorities will not admit poor Paolo to bail, and he is still in prison." "Poor fellow!" cried the Donna Teresa. "It is La Mafia." "Perhaps it is better for him to remain where he is," Martel said. "He is at least safe, for the time being. Here is something you may not know: Galli's wife is sister to Gian Narcone." "The outlaw?"
But now that he was irrevocably pledged, his reason broke and fled, leaving him a prey to his imagination. What, he wondered, would Narcone do when he saw his life at stake when he recognized in one of his captors the man he had craved to kill in the forest of Terranova?
"To think that you have seen Gian Narcone! D'you suppose you would know him again after four years?" He shot a keen glance at his friend. "I am quite sure I would. But come, you haven't told me anything yet." "Well, Narcone is in New Orleans." "What?" Blake leaned forward in his chair, his eyes blazing. "At least I'm informed that he is.
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