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Any man with intelligence and courage can become as good a detective as I am. I've found your Capo-Mafia, that's all." "Who is he?" "You won't believe me; but he's well thought of. You know him; O'Neil knows him. He's generally trusted." Norvin began to suspect that by some freak of fortune his little friend had indeed stumbled upon the truth.
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.
Was she beautiful?" "Very!" "Don't say it that way. Goodness! How I hate her!" Miss Warren flounced back into the corner of the hammock, and Norvin said with a laugh: "No wonder you have a train of suitors." "I've never seen a really beautiful Italian woman except Vittoria Fabrizi, of course." "Your friend, the nurse?" "Yes, and she's not really Italian, she's just like anybody else.
Norvin Blake slept soundly, as befitted a healthy young man with less than the usual number of cares upon his mind, and, notwithstanding the fact that he had retired at a late hour, somewhat worn by his journey, he awoke earlier than usual.
Norvin Green was wont to observe of Commodore Vanderbilt, "he held them exceeding close to his boo-som." Mr. Whitney, Secretary of the Navy in his first administration, equally rich and hospitable, had often "the road gang," as a certain group, mainly senators, was called, to dine, with the inevitable after-dinner soirée or séance. I was, when in Washington, invited to these parties.
She carried her head high before them, but, once in her room, she flung herself upon her bed and wept as if her heart were breaking. Fortunately for Norvin Blake's peace of mind, he had no inkling of Bernie's indiscretion nor of any change in Myra Nell. His work now occupied his mind to the exclusion of everything else.
He was sadly shaken, for he had watched a brave soul pass out of the light, and in his ears the words of his friend were ringing: "Don't let them get away with this, Norvin. You're the only man I trust." At the Central Station Norvin found a great confusion.
He squinted respectfully at a small note which Martel handed him, then inquired, "Do you wish change?" "Not at all. It is yours for your courtesy." "Grazie! Grazie! A million thanks." The old fellow made off with surprising agility. "What a sham he is!" the Count laughed, as he and Norvin walked on around the house. "He will do no labor, and yet the Contessa supports him in idleness.
That same nausea which invariably seized Norvin Blake in moments of extreme excitement swept over him now. His whole body went cold, the knot of figures faded from his vision, he heard the noisy voices as if from a great distance. A giant hand had reached forth and gripped him, halting his breath and his heart-beats. The room swam dizzily, in a haze.
Will somebody get me a drink?" "It was splendid of you," Myra Nell called down to the group. "I love you for it. Please get me out, right away." Norvin now perceived a burly individual seated upon the steps of the La Branche mansion. He approached with a view to parleying, but the man forestalled him" saying warningly: "You can't go in. They've got smallpox in there." "Smallpox!"
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