The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1902-09-25
But Nita dio.
But Mia did.
Uttering a cry, she cIutched my

Uttering a cry, she c1utched nay
arm
You are 1ost." she cried, "and so
am 1! You did not tell me you killed
him."
Eh2" I replied, still half dazed
bv the blow I had received
They say Maiigni is dead from the
stab you gave him.
''Malign1 deadI" I yelled ct saw
Maligni alive not ten minutes agol I
didn't kill anybody"
Maligni is dead,'' she said. Now.
what will become of US? oh. NIaubi-
keck, come back from the seal Come
back, Maubikeck, from your grave
beneath the waters and carry me
away. Maubikeck. Maubikeck,"
Even as she was crying thus nys-
terically, the girl was seized by two
men, and started back to the house.
And had 1 been a perfect Hercules
| could not have handled the men
who grabbed my arms, neck and even
my legs and pushed me toward the
villa.
My fair felow-prfsoner and 1 were
library-in which sat stern. cold
faced man, whose black eyes burned
with rage and whose mouth set in
iro1like frmness when we were
brought before him
The prefettoi" murmured Nita
was in the presence of the gov
ernor of the Province of Cagliari,
whose house had invaded
Ah!' he exclaimed 1T is you who
have entered the house of the gov
ernor of Cag1iarf and murdered his
brother in cold blood! You, You
curl You mean dogl And an Amer
lean, are you not?"
Il am not a murderer" L replied
4 did not kill your brother. 1 did not
injure him. When L left the balcony
OF your villa with this young lady,
your brother was alive and WE'LL
You are a liar as we'll as MUIR
derer, said the prefetto. Il will show
youl 1 Will give you a taste of Sar-
dfnian justice!"
1T is a ie!" I exclaimed, vehement
1y- "A foul lie! If your brother is
murdered, it was not by my hand,
am an American citizen, and de-
mand fair and just trialt''
A cold sheer came upon his face.
and he spoke to some of his men in
their own dialect.
Then 1 was rudeIy jostled and led
along a hall and up a broad flight of
stairs. Turning to the right from
these, was taken into the very room
from which I had taken the locket,
the pin and the manuscript.
On the floor, near the entrance lay
Pacho Ma1igni, dead, a gaping wound
in his throat, and his body convulsed
as if in the last struggle 1 glanced
hastily around. The contents of the
room were undisturbed, with one
important exception-the red box.
which I had left on the table. was
gone.
Il did not kill him. I said. point
ing to the dead Snowman. Il know
nothing about his death. My object
in coming here was to carry Nita
BarlOtti away-to get her out of his
clutch es-fOr she loves friend of
mine, in whose service 1 was acting
1 looked in at your brothers window.
and saw him sitting at the table He
got up from his chair and went out
that door Then I fed with the girl
You know as much I do about
what took place here after / left
He repeated my words to the
guards They laughed in a bitter
sneering way.
1 had not mentioned the fact that I
had entered Pacho Maligni's room and
taken the paper and golden trinkets
for in that moment of great anxiety
my thoughts came swiftly and
OWNED that the elder Maligni had no
knowledge of the existence of the red
box its contents
I did not see Nita Barlotti again
that night. She was doubtless con
fined somewhere in the villa. 1 was
conducted to strongly guarded
dinians around me, 1 spent a memoir
able and uncomfortable night.
(To be continuedO