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"I tell you I don't know. But I can guess pretty closely. It was one of the Pallozzo gang. This Narcone he calls himself Vito Sabella, by the way is a leader of the Quatrones. The two factions have been at war lately and some member of the Pallozzo outfit has turned him up." The light died out of Norvin's face, his body relaxed.
"Well, it will naturally take some force; Narcone won't go willingly. I want you to help me take him." Instantly those fears which had been lulled in Norvin's breast leaped into turmoil; the same sick surge of emotions rose, and he felt himself quailing.
Crushed, humiliated, he retired to his club, and there it was that Rilleau found him, steeped in melancholy and a very insidious brand of Kentucky Bourbon. When Lecompte accused Blake of breaking the rules of the game, the little bachelor rose resolutely to his sister's defense. "Norvin's got a perfect right to protect her," he lied, "and I honor him for it." "You mean he's engaged to her?"
Blake's horse reared as something black rose up beneath its forefeet and snatched at its bridle; Martel's steed lurched into it, then fell kicking and screaming, sending its mate careening to the roadside. The unexpected movement wrenched Norvin's feet from the stirrups and left him clinging desperately to mane and cantle.
"You see nothing but the surface. Sicily is much what she was in my grandfather's time. You have inquired about La Mafia. Well, there is such a thing. It killed my father. It forced me to give up my home and be an exile." At Norvin's exclamation of astonishment, he nodded."
As for Maruffi, he met Norvin's advances half-way; but although he was apparently more than once upon the verge of some disclosure, the terror of the brotherhood seemed always to intervene. Feeling that he could not openly voice his suspicions until the other was ready to show his hand, Blake kept a close mouth, and thus the two played at cross-purposes.
A moment later the three men separated, Donnelly and O'Connell turning toward their respective homes, Blake continuing his way toward the heart of the city. But the Chief's words had upset Norvin's complacency. His line of thought was changed and he found himself once more dwelling upon the tragedy which had left such a mark upon his life.
Dreux was leaning back in his chair and beaming triumphantly. "Come, come! What's his name?" "Joe Poggi." "Poggi? He's the owner of that fruit-stand you've been watching." "Exactly! Chief Donnelly suspected him." "Nonsense!" Norvin's face was twitching once more. "Poggi is on the force; he's a detective, like you." "Come off!" Bernie was shocked and incredulous.
Later, when she had sent Myra Nell home and silence lay over the city, Norvin's nurse stole into the great front room where she had experienced so much of gladness and horror that night, and made her way wearily to the little image of the Virgin.
I pray that you will not ignore this warning, for if you do your blood will rest upon, ONE WHO KNOWS. P. S. Destroy this letter. The color had receded from Norvin's face when he looked up to meet the smoke-blue eyes of his friend. "God!" he exclaimed. "This looks bad, doesn't it?" "You think it's on the level?" "Don't you?" Donnelly shrugged. "I'm blessed if I know.
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