The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1905-08-25
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Uttering cry. she clutched my
You are lost!" she cried, "and so
am L! You did not tell me you killed
him!"
"Eh?" replied, still half dazed
bv the blow had received.
"They say Maligni is dead from the
stab you gave hint"
"Maligni dead!" l yelled 81 saw
Maligni alive not ten minutes ago! /
didn't kill anybody"
"MaligEt "a dead" she said. "Now
what will become of us? Oh, .Maubi-
keck, come back from the sea! Come
back. Maubkeck. 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, ard started back to the house.
And had I 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 fellowprisoner and l were
conducted into large room-a
library-in which sat a stern, cold.
faced man, whose black eyes burned
with rage and whose mouth set in
irorlike firmness when we were
brought before him.
The prefetto!" murmured Nita'
looking at me.
was in the presence of the gov
ernor OF the Province of Cagliari,
whose house had invaded.
All he exclaimed lit is you who
have entered the house of the gov
ernor OF Cagliari and murdered his
brother in cold blood! You! You
cur! You mean dog! And an Amer
lean, are you not?"
Il am not murderer" l replied.
Il did not kill your brother. did not
injure him. When left the balcony
of your villa with this young lady,
your brother was alive and we'll"
You are liar as we'll as MUIR
derer." said the prefetto. Il will show
you. l will give You taste Of Sar-
dinian justice!"
1T is lie." l exclaimed, vehement
ly. "A foul lie! If your brother Is
murdered. it was not by my hand!
am an American citizen, and de-
mand fair and just trial."
A cold sheer came upon his face,
and he spoke to some OF his men in
their own dialect.
Then l was rudely jostled and led
along a hall and up broad flight of
stairs. Turning to the right from
these, was taken into the very room
from which l had taken the locket,
the pin and the manuscript.
On the floor, near the entrance, lay
Pacho Maligni, dead, a gaping wound
in his throat, and his body convulsed
as if in the last struggle. l glanced
hastily around. The contents of the
room were undisturbed, with one
important eXception-the red box,
which | 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
clutches-for she loves friend of
mine, in whose service was acting.
| 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 l fled with the girl.
You know as much as l do about
what took place here after left
He repeated my words to the
guards. They laughed in a bitter,
sneering way.
l mad not mentioned the fact that
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 or its contents.
| did not see Nita Barlotti again
that night She was doubtless con-
fined somewhere in the villa. | was
conducted to strongly guarded
chamber, where. with armed Sar-
dinians around me. l spent memoir
able and uncomfortable night.
(To be continued.)