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When Norvin had put himself in possession of all that Aliandro knew he retraced his steps to the village, where the notary confirmed practically all the old man had said, but declared positively that the Countess and her admirable aunt were traveling for pleasure. "What else would take them abroad?" he inquired. "Nothing!
I've made friends, for one thing, and that's considerable. Here comes one now. You know him, don't you?" Dan indicated a thick-necked, squarely built Italian who had entered at the moment. "That's Caesar Maruffi." Norvin regarded the new-comer with interest, for Maruffi stood for what is best among his Americanized countrymen.
"My dear," said Bernie, with elaborate unction, "Norvin and I have just been discussing your engagement." Miss Warren gasped and turned pale; Blake stammered. With a desperate effort the girl inquired: "D do you love me, Norvin?" "Of course I do." "See!" Bernie nodded his satisfaction. "Oh, Lordy!" said Myra Nell. "I can't marry you, dear." "What?"
Norvin told his story simply, clearly, with a positiveness which could not fail to impress the jury; he withstood a grilling cross-examination at the hands of a criminal lawyer whose reputation was more than State-wide; and when he finally descended from the stand, Larubio, the cobbler, the senior Cressi, and Frank Normando stood within the shadow of the gallows.
Norvin realized that with all her reserve she could not blush, had probably never blushed. "You shouldn't place the least dependence on the words of a man's best friend under such conditions," he told her, "for he covers his chagrin at losing a comrade by a display of pessimism which he doesn't really feel."
He arrived at the La Branche house early that afternoon, and found young Rilleau sitting on a box beneath Myra Nell's window, with the girl herself embowered as before in a frame of roses. "Any symptoms yet?" Norvin inquired, agreeably. "Thousands! I'm slowly dying." Lecompte nodded dolefully. "Look at her color." "No doubt it's the glow from those red roses that I see in her cheeks."
"You don't really think there has been any mistake?" "Eh? How could that be possible? Did not Signore Blake remember him?" Norvin was about to disclaim his part in the affair, but the speaker ran on: "I fear you must regard all us Italians as Mafiosi, Signore Blake, but it is not so. No! We are honest people, but we are terrorized by a few bad men. We do not know them, Signore.
It is curiously significant in this connection that of the twenty-one presidents of the national society, the American Institute of Electrical Engineers, founded in 1884, eight have been intimately associated with Edison namely, Norvin Green and F. L. Pope, as business colleagues of the days of which we now write; while Messrs.
Throughout the greater part of the city that night the kidnapping of Vito Sabella became the subject of excited comment. In the neighborhood of St. Phillip Street it was received in an ominous silence. The surprising ease with which the capture of Narcone had been effected gratified Norvin Blake immensely, for it gave him an opportunity to jeer at the weaker side of his nature.
Bernie fell into a sudden panic of excitement. His face paled, he blinked with incredible rapidity, his lips twitched, and he clasped his thin, bloodless hands nervously. "Why are you really going and alone?" Norvin nodded. "If they have spies among our own men the least indiscretion may give the alarm. Besides, there is no time to lose; it would be madness to go there after dark. Will you come?"
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