Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-07-13
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she advanced, Ter face pale ant
drawn with a frtghtful apprehension
} her eyes fixed and staring, her terri
fed gaze riveted upon the dark ngur,
on the floor.
"You have killed him!" she NUT
tered. "Oh. .Dio milo, you have killed
him." Then heard a sudden sharI
intake of her breath, and she spranl
into the air with cry OF Joy. Rount
and round the room she danced, hel
hands clapping, her dark eyes CLEAN
ing with delighted wonder, and thou
sand pretty Italian ordinations pour
Ing from her lips. 1t was terrible ant
. amazing to see such q woman 50 con
tvulsed with joy at such sight. Sud
denly she stopped and sazed At ID al
with questioning stare.
I: But you! You are police, are YOU
|:not? You have killed Giuseppe Cor
'giano. Is 1t not soi''
We are police, madam"
She looked round into tho shadows
Of the room.
asked. "He 10 my husband, Gennaro
Lucca. I am Emilia Lucca. and we
are both from New York. Where is
Gennaro? He called me this moment
from this window, and ran with all
my speed"
1T was l who called" said Holmes.
"You! How could you call?"
"Your cipher was not difficult.
madam. Your presence here was de-
l - ~ IN
flash 'Vieni' and you would surely
GOMEZ
The beautiful Italian looked with
awe at my companion.
Il do not understand how you know
these things" she said. Giuseppe
! Gorgiano-how did he" She paused,
and then suddenly her face lit up
with. pride and delight. Nov I see
it! Ny Gennaro! Ny splendid, beau
tiful Gennaro, who has guarded me
safe from all harm, he did 1t, with his
own strong hand he killed the mon
ster! oh, Gennaro, how wonderful
you are! What woman could ever be
worthy Of such man?"
well, Mrs. Lucca." said the prosaic
Gregson, laying bis hand upon the
lady's sleeve with as little sentiment
as II she were q, Noting Hill hooli-
gan, II am not very clear yet who you
are or what you are; but you've said
enough to make 1t clear that We shall
want you At tho Yard"
zone moment. Oregon" said
Holmes. II rather fancy that this lady
may be as anxious to give us infor-
nation a. we can be to get It. !, You
understand. madam, that your hus-
band will be arrested and tried for
| the death Of the man who lies before
us? ;-Whatgyouresay may he used In
evidence. But IL you think that he
has acted from motives which are not
criminal, and which he would wish to
have known, then you cannot serve
him better than by telling 10 tho
whole story"
"Now that Gorgiano is dead We fear
nothing" said the lady. He was q
devil and q monster, and there can
be no judge in the world who would
punish my husband for having killed
him"
"In that case," said Holmes, my.
suggestion Is that we lock this door,
leave things as We found them, 60.
with this lady to her room. and form
our opinion after We have heard what
it 10 that she has to say to u.s."
Half an hour later We were seated.
all four, in the small sittingroom OF
Signora Lucca, listening to her re-
variable narrative Of those sinister
events. tho ending Of which We had
CHANGED to witness. She spoke I'M
rapid and fluent but very unconven-
tional English. which, for the sake OF
clearness, I will make grammatical
Il was born In Posilippo. near Ma
ples." said she. and was the dauEh-,
ter Of Augusta Barelh. who was the
chief lawyer and once the deputy Of
that part. Gennaro was in my fathers
employment. and came to love him.
as any woman must. He had neither
money nor position-nothinE but his.
beauty and strength and energy-so
my father forbade tho match. We ned
together, were married at Bari. and
sold my Jewels to gain the money
which would take us to America. This
was four years ago. and we have been
In New York ever since.
Fortune was very good to US at
first. Gennaro was able to do serv-
ice to an Italian gentleman-he saved
him from some ruffians in the place
called tho Bowery, and 20 made q
powerful friend. His name was Tito
Castalotte, and he was the senior
partner Of the great Arm Of Castalotte
and Zamba, who are the chief fruit
importers Of New York. Signor Fam.
ba 10 an invalid. and our new friend
Castalotte has all power within the
firm, which employs moro than threS
hundred men. He took my husband
into his employment, made him head
nf department, and showed bis
goodwill towards him In every way,
Ngnor Castalotte was . bachelor.
and I believe that b felt a. II, Gen;
marc was his son. and both my hus'
band and I loved him 20 II ho were
our father. We had taken and fur
inisheA q little house in Brooklyn.
and our whole future scanned assured.
when that black cloud appeared which
vas soon to ovsssprsad our sky.
"One night, when GsnnAro returned
from i; s work, ne SroSSA: ::s!!o-
countryman back With him. His name
was oorgiano. and he had come alao