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Norvin felt some relief at this intelligence, reflecting that Margherita would hardly draw her aunt into an enterprise which promised to be dangerous. As he considered the matter further he began to doubt the truth of Aliandro's story, for the old fellow seemed half daft. Perhaps the Countess and her aunt were merely traveling and Aliandro had construed their trip into a journey of vengeance.
"I can't see what real good those extradition papers are going to do you, even now that you're sure of your man," said Norvin as soon as they were seated. "It won't be difficult to arrest him, but to extradite him will prove quite another matter. I'm not eager myself to take the stand against him, for obvious reasons." Donnelly nodded his appreciation.
"What is this I hear?" "Go away, Signorina, I beseech you," exclaimed the Colonel of carbineers. "Something dreadful has occurred." But she disregarded him and faced Norvin Blake. He raised his dripping, dust-smeared face and nodded, whereat she closed her eyes an instant and swayed. But she made no outcry. "Take her away," he wheezed painfully. "God in heaven! Don't you understand?"
The shock of Norvin Blake's amazement in part blurred his memory of that dramatic tableau, but certain details stood out clearly afterwards. For one thing he heard Bernie Dreux giggling like an overwrought woman, while through his hysteria ran a stream of shocking curses He saw one of the jurors rise, yawn, and stretch himself, then rub his bullet head, smiling meanwhile at the Cressi boy.
To Norvin he said, "I remembered hearing that you'd been to Italy, so I thought you might help me out." Mr. Dreux sat back, eliminated himself from the conversation in his own effective manner, and regarded the officer as a mouse might gaze upon a lion. "Yes, but that was four years ago," Norvin replied. "All the better. Were you ever in Sicily?" Blake started.
Norvin Green Joseph Pulitzer Chester A. Arthur General Grant The Case of Fitz-John Porter Truth we are told is stranger than fiction. I have found it so in the knowledge which has variously come to me of many interesting men and women. Of these Dr. Norvin Green was a striking example.
His identification was even more complete than that of his accomplices, and the public press thanked Norvin Blake in the name of the city for his efficient service. The anonymous letters continued to come to him regularly, and each one contained some important clue, which, followed up, invariably led to evidence of value. Slowly, surely, out of nothing as it were, the chain was forged.
"I'd been meeting her on street corners up to that point; but she finally told me to come to the house while Poggi was away it was the day you were hurt. I rebelled, but she made such a scene I had to agree or be arrested for blocking traffic. She carries a dagger, Norvin, in her stocking, or somewhere; it's no longer than your finger, but it's the meanest-looking weapon I ever saw.
Then, realizing that the Countess and Oliveta must have suffered an even greater strain, he set out at once to give them the news in person. As he turned swiftly into Royal Street he encountered O'Connell, who, noting his haste and something unusual in his bearing, detained him to ask the cause. "Haven't you heard?" exclaimed Norvin. "Maruffi's captured at last." "You don't mean it!" "Yes.
It's just as bad to let the deceased members of your family support you as to allow the live ones " "Bernie!" Blake interrupted, gravely. "I'm afraid I won't marry Myra Nell." "You think she won't have you, eh? She has been acting queerly of late; but leave it to me." Norvin was spared the necessity of further explanation by the arrival of the girl herself.
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