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Updated: June 3, 2025
Do you think I would have touched that money, or have let you once I got out of here where I could have got help! I'm not a thief whatever else I may be. That's my answer!" Niccolo Sonnino's smile was oily. "It is a little late, is it not?" he leered. "Listen, my little young friend; I will tell you a story. You work for a bank, eh? The bank does not like its young men to speculate yes?
Why, then, Sonnino's safe to-night? What was in that letter signed "J. Barca" that Clarie Archman had received? J. Barca was Gentleman Laroque; that would have been evident in any case, even if the Tocsin had not expressly said so but the letter! Did the letter, apart from its incriminating ingenuity, supply the answer to his question?
But owing to various causes, especially to Baron Sonnino's opposition, these inchoate sentiments of neighborliness quickly lost their warmth and finally vanished. No trace of them remained at the Paris Conference, where the delegates of the two states did not converse together nor even salute one another.
Here, he changed his dinner clothes for a dark tweed suit the location of Niccolo Sonnino's place of business was in a neighbourhood where one in evening dress, to say the least of it, would not go unobserved transferred the metal case and the articles he had taken from the safe to the pockets of the tweed suit, and descended the stairs.
He was wholly destitute of friends. He had, it is true, only two enemies, but they were himself and the foreign element who had to work with him. Italy's cause was therefore inadequately served. Several months' trial showed the unwisdom of Baron Sonnino's attitude, which tended to defeat his own policy. Italy was paid back by her allies in her own coin, aloofness for aloofness.
It looked innocent enough when you got it, in view of what I told you about knowing a man who would lend you the money. But pipe how it sounds with Sonnino's safe bored full of holes. Are you listening? 'It's all right. Niccolo Sonnino has got his safe crammed full to-night. Meet me at Bristol Bob's at eleven. J. Barca." There was silence in the room.
After the conclusion of the agreement Austro-Hungarian soldiers, natives of the occupied territories, should not further participate in the war. At last Germany, weighed down by the burden of war and anxious to keep Italy neutral, appeared to believe that the difficulty had been settled. But Baron Sonnino's reply proved disappointing. He found the proposals too vague.
Jimmie Dale ran up the steps of the restaurant, entered, threaded his way through several crowded rooms where the midnight revelry was in full swing and passed out of the place by a convenient rear exit that gave on the adjoining cross street. The car standing in front of The Sphinx would attract no notice; and he was now on the same street as Sonnino's place, and only two short blocks away.
I'm thinking of taking a little trip to Florida for my health, and my valet's got my grip all packed! Savvy? And now listen to Sonnino. Sonnino's a wonder in the witness box. Niccolo, tell the jury what you know about this unfortunate young man." Sonnino, a wicked grin on his face, made a dramatic flourish with the hand that held the revolver. "Well, I was asleep upstairs. I wakened.
We've got the coin all right, but there ought to be one or two of Sonnino's sparklers lying around in some of these drawers, and "
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