The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1912-09-26
I'VE are police, madam"

h looked round into the shadows
OF the room.
But where, then, is Gennaro?' she
asked. He is my husband, Gennaro
LUcca. / am Emilia Lucca, and We
are both from New York. Where is
Gennaro? He called me this moment
from this window, and l ran with all
my speed"
at was l who called" said Holmes.
you! How could you CALI"
Your cipher vas not difficult,
madam. Your presence here was de-
sirable. | knew that l had only to
fash 'Vieni' and you would surely
come"
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. Now l see
it! My Gennaro! My splendid, beau
tiful Gennaro, who has guarded me
safe from all harm, he did it, with his
W strong hand he killed the mon
ster! Oh, Gennaro, how wonderful
you are! What wOman could ever be
worthy Of such a MANI"
Well, Mrs. Lucca," said the prosaic
Gregson, laying his hand upon the
lady's sleeve with as little sentiment
as if she We're a Noting Hill hooli-
gan, Il am not very clear yet who you
are or what you are; but you've said
enough to make it clear hat We shall
want you at the Yard
zone moment, G~regson,' said
Holmes. 81 rather fancy that this lady
may be as anxious to give us infor-
nation as we can be to get it. You
understand, madam, that your nus
band will be arrested and tried for
the death of the "a who lies before
us? What you say may be used in
evidence. But if 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 us the
whole story"
Now that Gorgiano is dead we fear
nothing" said the lady. HE was a
devil and a monster, and there can
be no Judge in the world who would
punish my husband for having killed
him"
I'm that case" said Holmes, my
suggestion is that we lock this door,
loo,s +I;pr, oc wa found thnnN 90
with this lady to her room, and form
our opinion after We have heard what
it is hat she has to say to u.s."
Half an hour later we were seated,
all four, in the small sitting-room Of
! Signora LuCca, listening to her re-
markable narrative of those sinister
events, the ending of which we had
| CHANGED to witness. She spoke in
rapid and fluent but very unconven-
tional English, which. for the sake OF
| clearness, l will make grammatical.
Il was born in Posilippo, near Ma
| pies" said ehe, and was the daugh-
ter Of Al. ,usto Barelli, who was the
chief lawyer and nee the deputy Of
that part. GeGnaro was in my fathers
N'NN
employment, and | came TO love him,
as any woman must. He had neither
money nor position-nothing but his
beauty and strength and encrgy-so
my father forbade the match. We fled
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 vas able to do a serv-
ice to an Italian gentleman-he saved
him from some rutlians in the place
called the Bowery, and so made a
powerful friend. His name was Tito
Castalotte, and he was the senior
partner of the great firm of Castalotte
and Zamba. who are the chief fruit
importers of New York. Signor Fam
ba is an invalid, and our new friend
Castalotte has all power within the
firm, which employs more than three
hundred men. He took my husband
into his employment, made him head