Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-11-08
A Story of Love, Adventure
and Mystery By REX BEAcH


nature"
7 thought you said it was anony-
NOUS"
well. it is; it's merely signed zone
Who Knows"
Does it mention an associate of Mar
cone-a man named Cardi?'
mo, who's he?'
II dare say at least hundred thou
sand people have asked that same
question" Briefly Norvin told what ne
knew of the reputed chief of the ban
ditt, of the terrors his name inspired
i'm Sicily and of his supposed connec-
ton with the murder of Savigno. ut
occurred to me that he might be in
New Orleans" he concluded.
ITS very likely that he is. and if ne
was a Capo-Mafa there, he's probably
the same here. Lord! I'd like to get
inside of that outfit; I'd go through ii
like a sandstone"
BY this time they had threaded the
narrow thoroughfares of the old quar-
ter and were nearing the vicinity of st.
Phillips street. the heart of what Don-
nelly called 'Dago-town." At the cor
ner of Royal and Dumaine they found
OConnell lettering in a doorway and
with a word he directed them to a
small cafe and wineshop in the next
block.
A moment later they pushed through
swinging doors and entered. Donnelly
nodded to the white-haired italian Le-
hind the bar and led the way back 20
vacant table against the wall, where
he and Norvin seated themselves.
There were perhaps a half dozen SINH
lar tables in the room, at some OF
which men were eating. But 1t vas
late for supper, and for the most part
the occupants were either drinking or
playing cards.
There was a momentary uause in the
babble of conversation as the two
stalked boldly in, and a score of sus-
picious glances were leveled at thvin,
for the chief was well known in the
Italian quarter. The proprietor came
busting toward the newcomers with
an obsequious smile upon his grizzled
features. Taking the end of his apron,
he wiped the surface of their table dry
at the same time informing Donnelly'
in broken English, that he was hon
ored by the privilege of serving him.
Donnelly ordered a bottle of wine,
then drew an envelope from his pocket
and began making figures upon 1t,
leaning toward and addressing his COM
panion confidentially, to the complete
disregard of his surroundings. Norvin
glued his eyes upon the paper, nodding
now and then as if in agreement, for
although he had taken but one hasty
glance around the cafe upon entering,
he had seen a certain heavy muscled
Sicilian whose face was only too IA
miliar. 1t was Narcone without a
doubt.
Would his own face recall to the fell
lows mind that night in the forest OF
lTerranova and set his fears aflame?
Blake's reason told him that such
thing was beyond the faintest proba-
bility, yet the flesh upon his back was
crawling as if in anticipation of a
knife thrust. Nevertheless, he lit CT
gar and held the match between fin
gers which did not tremble. When the
proprietor set the bottle in front Of
him he filled both glasses with a firm
hand. and then, still listening to Dom
nelly's words, he settled back in his
chair and let his eyes rove casually
over the ROOM He encountered Mar
cones evil gaze when the glass was
halfway to his lips and returned it
boldly for an instant. 1t filled him
with the old satisfaction to note that
not a ripple disturbed the red surface
of the wine.
Have you made him?' Donnelly in
auired under his breath
Blake nodded; THAT tall fellow at
the third table"
That's him, all right" agreed the
chief. "He doesn't remember you"
ct didn't expect him to; I've changed
considerably, and besides, he never saw
me distinctly. as 1 told you, before"
You've got the policemans eye" de-
clared Donnelly with enthusiasm. Il
wanted you to pick him out by your
self. Well go now, as soon as we lap
up this dago vinegar"
Out in the street again, Blake heaved
sigh of relief, for even this little
harmless venture had been trial
| to his unruly nerves.
Wen drift past the Red Wing club;
Its a hang out of mine and l want
to talk further with YOU" said Dom
nelly.
They turned back towards the heart of
the city, stopping a moment while the
| Chief directed O'Connell to keep close
watch upon Narcone.
The Red Wing Club was not really a
club at all, but small restaurant which
had become known for certain OF it's
culinary specialties and had gathered to
itself a somewhat select clientele of bon
vivants, who dined there after the leis-
urely continental fashion.
Thither the two men betook themselves.
81 can't see what real good these eX-
| tradition papers are going to do you,
/ even now that you're sure of your man, ;"
said Norvin as soon as they were seated.
] TT won't be difficult to arrest him, but
to extradite him will prove quite another
matter. We know he's the man; his
friends know it, but they'll unite to