The sun., 1908-03-24
FAITH HEALER'S THROAT CUT
4 PRIEST IN SICILY-STRANGELY
MURDERED HERE. :

There was another job made for the
wits Of Giuseppe Petrosino up in East Twen-
ty-ninth street yesterday-as Savagea pleoS
Of throat cutting as ever worried the round,
amiable little sleuth whose business IL ia
to round up Italian murderers and black
mailers.
Big vincenzo Bonanno, who was once
Franciscan monk in Sicily. but whose purpls
face and red, curly hair and loud laugh were
we'll known in the Little Italics OF Manhat-
tan, where he earned his bread and little
red wine by working upon the supersti-
ton OF his countrymen-big VincenSo
was faith healer-was found dead upon
the floor Of bare little fiat at 2S5 East
Twenty-ninth street.
His killers, whoever they were had gons
about the job leisurely, but with certain
savagery that indicated to the Italian
detectiyes much more than lust for what
few dollars the faith healer may have
owned. They must have closed in on him
suddenly-not less than a pair Of strong
men-because Vincenzo, though he was
nearly sixty years old, was powerful
fellow, with heavy legs that couldn't have
been tripped easily. The janitress acrosa
the hallway heard the threshing Of bodies
across the floor, few curses and then
groans, but Mrs. Bernstein was used to
minding her own business and didn't caro-
to interfere in what she thought was a
carouse.
They had got the best Of the faith healer
and after tying his feet together with twins
one Of them struck him on the left side
OF the skull with lather's hammer blow
which broke through the thick bone OF
Bonannos skull and made little slivers Of
bone show through the thick, red curls.
On top Of that they hammered him again
on head and jaw, fracturing the skull over
the right eye and breaking the right lower
jaw bone
The remainder Of the story Petrosino
found it easy enough to construct. Vim
cenzo's murderers grabbed him by the chin,
jerking his big head back and exposing bis
wide neck. There was one slash OF ths
razor, too hurried TO be accurate, that
ran across his face below the nose, biting
into the upper lip 30 deeply that the flesh
dropped over the teeth; then another sweep,
steadier, which from ear 10 ear cut into
Vincenzo's throat 50 that the head was
nearly severed from the neck.
Then they turned on the water In the
coop OF kitchenette where they had
brought-the fat monk down. picked the
body up and let the water flow over the
gashes In headand throat. They even went
about cleaning up the floor which in places
showed spots where Vncenzo's murderers
awkwardly had mopped up the blood with
unclean cloths.
Whatever Of value the dead man had in
his pockets they stole, jerking his watch
from its chain and emptying his leather
wallet. The few coins he had they passed
over and they left around his waist curious
old belt Of colored leather on the silver
buckle Of which was inscribed the name Of
his monkish order Vincenzo had worn
that belt for more than twenty years 70
the certain knowledge Of Motto SigismondO.
his nephew, very frightened young man.
who went hastily to the Morgue with Petro-
sino and squad OF detectives at O'Clock
last night and identified Vincenzo. His
two rings were gone, the one with green
stone setting on which cruciiX was carved
the other of plain gold with the insignia OF
Vincenzo's order.
Mrs. Rosa Braun, passing the door at
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and the legs Of man on the kitchen floor.
but supposed that one Of the two Italians
who had rented the room week ago was
sleeping of his intoxication. She with
drew and thought no more about the matter
until the whole house was stirred through
it's five floors by the yells OF a gas collector
who stumbled over Vinoenzo's body.
Coroner Shrady with Lieut., Petrosino
and the Italian detectives found two OF
three slips Of paper that Vincenzo's muir
derers hadn't removed. One bore the ad-
dress Of Nicola Carbone, who runs little
Italian bank at Is Spring street; the other
held the name and street number Of Motto
Sgismondo, the nephew. First, thoughj
they quizzed Mrs. Nathan Bernstein. the
janitress, and two or three other inmates
Of the tenement,
Two Italians came to her week ago.
Mrs Bernstein said one a little man, the
other big fellow with large mustaohe.
very like Vincenzo Bonanno, she was sure.
The big man handed her ass bill, taking
it from a roll which looked big to her, and
engaged the two room fat for week.
Since then she had seen neither OF them,
nor mad anybody else in the house except
her husband Nathan, At a little past
O'Clock yesterday morning, as Bernstein
was leaving, little fox faced Italian was
loafing on the stoop peering now and then
into the gloomy hallway. Bernstein asked
him shortly what he did there and the little
Italian, rafting Of a dozen words that
we're meaningless 10 the Jew, ran down
the steps and made of swiftly toward
Second avenue, That man, Mrs Bern
stein was sure, was one Of the pair that On
gagged the apartment.
They wanted Mrs Bernstein TO look at
Vincenzos body to satisfy them IL he was
the one who paid her IS. She went in bravely
enough, but at the sight OF the red hair
among the stains on the floor her nerves
went all to pieces and she couldn't be
sure Of anything
A detective, matter Of fact enough about
such matters, was moved to irritable pro-
family,
Damn the luckl' he growled why
must a dead manlhave red hair-red, curly
hair2 It's sure 10 delay the gamel'
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