Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1912-05-30

my speed"
at was l who called" said Holmes.
you! How could you CALI"
"Your cipher was not difhcult'
madam. Your presence here was de-
sirable. l knew that ] had only to
flash 'Vieni' and you would surely
come"
The beautiful Italian looked with
awe at my companion
81 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
own strong hand he killed the mon
ster! Oh, Gennaro, how wonderful
you are! What woman could ever De
worthy of such man."
well, Mrs. Lucca," said the prosaic
Gregson, laying his hand upon the
lady's sleeve with as little sentiment
as if she were a Noting Hill hooll-
gan, 81 am not very clear yet who you
are or what you are; but you've said
enough to make it clear that We shall
want you at the Yard
zone moment, Gregson," SAID
Holmes. Il rather fancy that this lady
NAV be as anxious to give us infor-
nation as 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? What you say may be used in
evidence. But if you think that he
has acted from motives which are npt
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
devil and a monster, and there can
be no Judge in the world who would
punish my husband for having killed
him"
Tn that case," said Holmes, "my
suggestion is that We lock this door,
leave things as we found them, go
with this lady to her room, and form
our opinion after We have heard what
1t Is that 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
ehanced to witness. She spoke IN
rapid and fluent but very unconven-
tional English, which, for the sake Of
clearness, wiYmake grammatical.
"I was born in Posilippo, near Ma
ples," said she, "and was the 6augh-
q. 1 ,,,t.laaaa n Raess!I:- NIB E& 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-nothinF but his
beauty and strength and g esrgy-so
nay father forbade the match We fed
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 a serv-
ice to an Italian gentleman-he saved
him from some rufIians 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. Sigror Zar-
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