Evening star., 1912-09-13
CHAPTER IX.-Continued.

CHAPTER 1A.-C0ntlnued.
"No, you bet it isn't" Donnelly affirm
| ed. Things are getting worse every day.
The reformers don't have to call my at
| tention to 1t: I'm wise. So far they have
confined their operations to their own
people. but what's to prevent them from
spreading out? Some day those Italians
will break over and tackle us Americans,
| and then there will be hell to pay. dare
say you think this Malta is some dago
secret society with lodge rooms and grips
and passwords and picnic once a year
| Well. tell you
you needn't tell me anything about La
Mafia," Blake interrupted, gravely. 4
know as much about it. perhaps. as you
do. Believe me- l realize what you are
up against, Dan, and l know. as you
know, that La Malta will beat you"
I'm damned If it will.' exploded the
| officer. "The policing Of this city is
under my charge. and If those people
want to live here among US
The telephone bell rang and Donnelly
broke off to answer 1t.
Hello! Is that you. OConnell? Good!
Stick around the neighborhood. Wen be
| right over" He hung up the receiver
and explained: 'O'Connell has him
marked out. We'd better 60"
It was not until they were well on their
way that Norvin thought to mention the
letter, which he had wished to see. :.
"Oh. yes. meant to show it to you,
said Donnelly. But there's nothing un-
usual about it, except, perhaps. the Sig
nature"
Il thought you said it was anonymous"
''Well, it is: it's merely signed one
Who Knows
Does 1t mention an associate OF Mar
cone-a man named Cardi?'
mo, who's he?"
Il daresay at least hundred thousand
people have asked that same question
| reputed chief of the banditti, Of the ter
rors his name inspired in Sicily and OF
his supposed connection with the murder
of Savigno. 1T occurred to me that he
| might be in New Orleans he concluded.
Its very likely that he is. and If he
was a Capo-Mafia there. he's probably
the same here. Lord! I'd like to get in
| side Of that outfit; I'd go through it like
| a sandstorm.'
BY this time they had threaded the
narrow thoroughfares Of the old quarter
| and were nearing the vicinity of St Phil
| lips street, the heart Of what Donnelly
called "Dagotown." At the corner OF
Royal and Dumaine they found O'Connel1
| he directed them to small cafe and
wineshop in the next block.
A moment later they pushed through
| swinging doors and entered. Donnelly
nOQ0ed TO the Wnlte-NdlreQ ltdlldH UeuIIlu
| the bar and led the way back to a vacant
| table against the wall, where he and
| Norvin seated themselves. There were
perhaps a half dozen similar tables in
| the room. at some of which men were
eating. But 1t was late for supper, and
| for the most part the occupants were
either drinking or playing cards.
There was momentary pause in the
| babble of conversation as the two stalked
boldly in. and score of suspicious
lave ln6 how fnr "a
chief was well known in the Italian quar-
| ter. The proprietor came bustling to-
ward the newcomers with an obsequious
smile upon his grizzled features. Taking
| face of their table dry. at the same time
| informing Donnelly in broken English
that he was honored by the privilege of
serving him.
drew an envelope from his pocket and
began making figures upon 1t, leaning to-
ward and addressing his companion con-
fidentially, to the complete disregard of
his surroundings. Norvin glued his eyes
upon the paper, nodding now and then as
II in agreement, for although he had
taken but one hasty glance around the
cafe upon entering. he had seen certain
heavy-muscled Sicilian whose face was
only too familiar 1t was Narcone with
out a doubt.
Would his own face recall to the fel-
lows mind that night in the forest of
Terranova and set his fears af1ame?
Blake's reason told him that such thing
was beyond the faintest probability. yet
the flesh upon his back was crawling. as
IL in anticipation of knife thrust
Nevertheless. he lit cigar and held the
match between fingers which did not
tremble. When the proprietor set the
bottle in front of him he filled both
glasses with firm hand. and then. still
listening to Donnelly's words, he settled
back in his chair and let his eyes rove
casually over the room. He encountered
Narcone'S evil gaze when the glass was
half way to his lips and returned it bold
ly for an instant. 1t filled him with the
old satisfaction to note that not ripple
disturbed the red surface of the wine.
Have you made him?" Donnelly in
quired under his breath.
Blake nodded: 'The tall fellow at the
third table,
That's him, all right" agreed the
chief. He doesn't remember you.'
II didn't expect him to; I've changed
considerably, and besides. he never saw
me distinctly. as I told you before
you've got the policeman's eye," de-
clared Donne1ly, with enthusiasm. II
wanted you to pick him out by yourself.
Wen go now. as soon as we lap UP this
dago vinegar
Out In the street again Blake heaved a
sigh of relief. for even this little harm
less adventure had been a trial to his
unruly nerves.
Wen drift past the Red Wing Club;
it's q hang-out of mine and I want to
talk further with you." said Donnelly.
They turned back toward the heart OF
the city, stopping a moment while the
chief directed OConnell to keep close
watch upon Narcone.
The Red Wing Club was not really
club at all. but a small restaurant which
had become known for certain OF its
culinary specialties. and had gathered to
itself q somewhat select clientele of bon
vivants, who dined there after the leiS-
urely continental fashion.
Thither the two men betook themselves.
II can't see what real good these ex-
tradition papers are going to do you,
even now that you're sure Of your man."
1T won't be difficult to arrest him. but
to extradite him will prove quite an
other matter. We know he's the man;
his friends know it, but they'll unite to
swear he is really Vito ISABELLA. a gentle,
sweet soul whom they knew in Sicily,
and they'll prove he was here In Amer
lea at the time Martel Savigno was mur-
away from his friends. it would be diff
ferent; he'd go back to Sicily. and once
there he'd hang, as he deserves"
Donnelly swore under his breath. Its
the thing l run foul of. every time / try
to enforce the law against these people
But just the same, I'm going to get this
fellow, somehow, for he's one of the
gang that fired into the Pallozzos and
killed Tony Alto. That's another thing
you ask II that letter was written by
woman? Has ISABELLA a sweetheart"
Not to my knowledge. L Norvin
hesitated. mo. ISABELLA has no sweet
heart. but Savigno had. haven't told
you much OF that part Of my story. It's