The Press., 1911-08-09

 IAN IMPORTANT * LINK * } It Was a Sleeve Button, but 1t Convicted a Murderer By ANDREW C. EWING Copyright by American Press AssO- {
 ciation, 1911.
By ANDREW C. EWING

. There is room for your friend, too and shall be happy to know him."
 Giuseppe, Attanasio, this is m! friend Andrea Fabroni." The two men who were thus intro duced stretched forth a hand each t
 the other. In doing so Attanasio's coa
 sleeve was raised. exposing his cuff
 Fabroni's eyes lighted on the linked
 button, but only for the fraction of {
 second-indeed. not long enough fol Attanasio to notice that Fabroni re
 pressed a start
 'What are you doing now, FabroniY ?
 asked Zanella after the party had beer
 seated.
 "I have taken an agency for an olive
 oil house in Naples" said the man ad
 dressed. q shall open an office soor
 with warehouse in rear."
 'FYou like New York?"
 ''Very much. The bay here is not the bay of Naples, but the city Is bet ter adapted to money making than Naples. Are you a resident here Senor Attanasio%
 Temporarily. l am looking for 8 business opening"
 "You will need some capital. There is room in the importing of foreign fruits"
 ''Thank you for the information. l shall look into the matter"
 Have you been here longY' asked Fabroni of Attanasio.
 "A couple of weeks"
 "What news did you bring from our Carissima Italia? When 1 left every one was talking about the Archeopoli murder"
 When Fabroni said this his eyes were fixed upon those of Attanasio. It seemed to Zanella. who had been look ing over the menu and at the moment raised his eyes, that this merely hap pened so, but he was surprised to mo- tice a slight change come over the countenance of the man addressed.
 There was nothing of importance taking place when l sailed" said At tanasio.
 Had the police got any clew as to who murdered Archeopoli"
 q don't know"
 DO you think that fellow Di Guida had anything to do with itT
 ''It was the general opinion when I left that he was the murderer"
 "Is there any evidence to prove itr"
 'T really don't know. These crimi- nal matters don't interest me. They are grewsome affairs"
 Attanasio spoke impatiently.
 'HThe only reason don't like New York;" said Fabroni, 'is the bad name these Black Hand people give us Italians. Pm almost ashamed to look an American in the face and own I am an Italian. New York Is full of our countrymen who should be behind bars. AS soon as one of our criminals at home does something to cause the sleepy police to wake up and go for him he skips over here."
 'SThe carabinieri are not lazy" re- marked Zanella.
 ''Yes, but they pride themselves so far on being a national police that they have no stomach for such cases force. They could if they would, but they won't It is my opinion that if the government had put the carabi- nieri on the Archeopon murder case as soon as it occurred they would have secured the murderer. As it is. he has got away safely enough. Likely he has come over here"
 When Fabroni spoke this last sen- tence he again fixed his eyes on those "A D..k as the conversa tion had been turned back to criminal matters sat drum lAing with his fingers on the table as though, not relishing such talk, he pre- ferred to drop out of 1t.
 These criminals"- Fabroni was be- ginning again wheA Zanella interrupt ed him.
 "Oh, sink criminalsp he said. Let's And something better to converse upon. Do you think our people at home will ever be able to disband our army and nave the cost of supporting 100000 idle menY'
 We may" said Fabroni. 'if we wish to see some of our old enemies come down on us and occupy our territory again. That's what has ruined us. Bad government is what has made so many criminals''-
 Criminals againP' exclaimed Alta nasio. Your friend, my dear Zanella. has criminal on the brain"
 Really, gentlemen" Fabroni went on, you must permit me to finish. We have had more bad government in Ma Dles than any other part of EuroDe. and that is what has made so many of our people cutthroats. l wish to tell | you one bit of criminalfty. and then | l will let up. It is a matter that was told me by a friend of mine in the | municipal police of Naples. It is about | a murder perpetrated not long ago. A | member of the celebrated Camorra had | got rich by his robberies and wished | to live a life of ease without danger. To get rid of those of the CamOrrR | who knew about his transactions he informed upon them. No sooner had he done so than he was condemned to | die"
 The speaker paused and slipped his wine. Zanella glanced at his friend | Attanasio and saw that Fabroni's story | was having powerful effect on him. | He fingered his glass nervously, and his restless eye was never fixed but | for few moments on any object.
 A man whom we will call Amadeo," continued Fabroni. was deputed to do the deed. He and the person to be had been and were SUD- posed to be bosom friends. He knew the doomed mans residence, the room he slept in and how to get in and out without being seen. One night he climbed lattice. got on a roof. enter ed his friends room. and-weIl, the next morning his friend was found lead in his bed and quantities of jew elry he had gained by stealth were missing. The stealing of the jewelry was to give the impression that the