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Sell your house and clear out. You'll find it healthy." He went to the door. "So far as I can see," he observed, ruminatively, "you haven't brought any of that Moliterno crowd you used to work with over to this side with you." "I haven't seen Moliterno for two years," said Corliss, sharply. "Well, I've said my say." Pryor gave him a last word as he went out. "You keep away from that little girl."
Moliterno and the narrator had gone there to shoot; Corliss had seen "surface oil" upon the streams and pools; he recalled the discovery of oil near his own boyhood home in America; had talked of it to Moliterno, and both men had become more and more interested, then excited. They decided to sink a well.
We could have financed it twenty times over in Naples in a day, but neither Moliterno nor I was willing to trust them.
But there was something to hope, even in that matter, Pryor wrote from Paris encouragingly: he believed that Moliterno might be frightened or forced into at least a partial restitution; though Richard would not count upon it, and had "begun at the beginning" again, as a small-salaried clerk in a bank, trudging patiently to work in the morning and home in the evening, a long-faced, tired young man, more absent than ever, lifeless, and with no interest in anything outside his own broodings.
Ray's shadowy forebodings concerning that former apartment had encountered satire: Corliss was a "materialist" and, at the mildest estimate, an unusually practical man, but he would never sleep in a bed with its foot toward the door; southern Italy had seeped into him. He changed his rooms, a measure of which Don Antonio Moliterno would have wholly approved.
He shows some maps and papers and gets cablegrams signed `Moliterno. Then he talks about selling the old Corliss house here, where the Madisons live, and putting the money into his oil company: he does that to sound plausible, but I have good reason to know that house was mortgaged to its full value within a month after his aunt left it to him. He'll not get a cent if it's sold. That's all.
I'll know more about that when I find out if there is a Prince Moliterno in Naples who owns land in Basilicata." "You don't doubt it?" "I doubt everything! In this particular matter I'll have less to doubt when I get an answer from the consul-general. I've written, you see." Lindley looked disturbed. "You have?" Vilas read him at a glance. "You're afraid to find out!" he cried.
For all I know, you may be just that kind of a man. You said you ought to be going " "Cora," he explained, gently, "I didn't say I meant to go. I said only that I thought I ought to, because Moliterno will be needing me in Basilicata. I ought to be there, since it appears that no more money is to be raised here.
He handed Richard a form signed "Antonio Moliterno." "Now, to go back to what I said about not `daring' to speak of this in Naples," he continued, smiling. "The fear is financial, not physical." The knowledge of the lucky strike, he explained, must be kept from the "Neapolitan money-sharks."
Prince Moliterno cables me later investigations show that the oil-field is more than twice as large as we thought when I left Naples. He's on the ground now, buying up what he can, secretly." "I had an impression from Richard Lindley that the secret had been discovered." "Oh, yes; but only by a few, and those are trying to keep it quiet from the others, of course." "I see.
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