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Updated: June 4, 2025
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."
But Narcone continued to curse as if mastered by the craving to kill, and if the others had not laid hands upon him he might have made good his intention. They argued with him, all at once, and in the midst of the confusion which ensued a new voice called from the darkness: "What have you there?" "The American! He cannot stand."
After an instant's pause he said: "I'll act any part you cast me for, but don't you think it is work for trained officers like you and this Corte?" "That's exactly the point. Narcone may put up a fight, and I have more confidence in you, when it comes to a pinch, than in any man I know.
Simultaneously Donnelly seized the other wrist, repeating, "You know who stole the little Domenchino." The tension which had leaped into the giant muscles died away; Narcone shrugged his shoulders, crying, excitedly, in his native tongue: "Before God you wrong me."
Dan, he was sure, would not hurt the little man's feelings, so he felt no obligation to interfere. Although he was expecting to hear from Donnelly at any moment regarding the Narcone matter, it was not until two weeks after their nocturnal excursion to the Italian quarter that the Chief came to see him. He brought unexpected news. "We've had a run of luck," he began.
Recognizing the officer, however, he pulled at the visor of his cap, and said, brokenly: "No, no, Signore. My friend goes." "Come, now," the Chief said, grimly. "I want you to tell me something about the Domenchino boy." Narcone recoiled, colliding with Blake, who instantly locked his arm within his own.
Blake explained briefly his concern, but when he had finished, the girl surprised him by breaking forth into a furious denunciation of the assassins. She surrendered to her passion with complete abandon, and began to curse the names of Cardi and Gian Narcone horribly. "We demand blood to wash our blood," she cried.
I've never had a chance before, but now I'm going after this Vito Sabella and land him. Will you look him over, Norvin, and see if he's the right party?" "Of course. I owe Narcone a visit and I'm glad of this chance. But granting that he is Narcone, how can you get him out of New Orleans? He'll fight extradition and the Quatrones will support him." "I'm blamed if I know.
"Don't you think it may be the work of this fellow Narcone?" he inquired. "I understand he is the brother-in-law of Galli." "Narcone would scarcely undertake so bold a piece of blackmail," the Count declared. "I knew him slightly before he gave himself to the campagna. He was a butcher; he was brutal and domineering, but he was a coward."
You made your statement at the inquest; there is nothing further for you to do until we accomplish the capture of somebody. Even then I doubt if you could identify any one of those bandits." "I think I should know Narcone anywhere." The Colonel shrugged. "Narcone has been swallowed by the earth. As for Cardi and the rest, they have become thin smoke and the wind has carried them away.
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