Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-06-08
CONTINUED FROM LAST Sunday

the bed, smoking. Tobacco always
had a way of loosening up the knots
In his head. He CROPPED backward
He recalled the robbery on board the
Ajax and the subsequent return OF
the wallet, its contents intact.
II got II" He thwacked his thigh.
1.-THE guy that took my wallet took
the letter of credit, too. That's the
answer. But why pick on william
Grogan? 1t don't listen right. Let's
see. Who'd get any fun out of trip
ping me up? Wops.'
He knew something Of the Italians;
they never forgot, they never forgave.
. A friend OF the men he had sent 10
Sing Sing had crossed on the AJAX.
He had always wondered when those
Black Handlers would start reprisais.
And La Mano Nera in Italy was back
ed by the Camorra, which sounded
Irish and wasn't He was positive
now that he had hold of the main
thread. He must watch out Tor an
Italian who spoke excellent English
who no doubt had been born in New
York.
Having reached this conclusion. log
ical enough from his point OF view
he, laid the butt of his cigar In the
ash tray, turned out the lights, rolled
over and went to sleep. untroubled ny
dreams. He did not know that there
were men here and there across the
world who would have traded their
millions for those nine bland hours
which he accepted as matter OF
course.
Next morning Cook sent out the
alarm. If the missing letter was not
found within thirty days n new let
ter would be issued and forwarded
either to Cairo or Colombo. All VIII
liam stood to lose was time. To make
sure that he would not lack for i'm
mediate funds he cabied Burns to
send Ave hundred to Cairo.
And so, sister. you've got to carry
brother BHrs money. ! haven't told
anybody but you
But l might lose it,"
"Ill take the risk" He did not con-
f,de to her the suspicious he held In
regard to the Italian vendetta. "or-
rying her would not better his SIT
uation. by the way, where's cam
den?''
z He lett Tor Venice ia'e i"'N ''e
"Uh-huh. what's your idea OF
him?"
Moody. but very interesting. She
was rather non committal
In Rome William was attacked upon
three occasions. at night. always wheh
Ia was alone Each time he had
struck one good blow: thereupon.
much as he disliked doing it. he had
taken TO his heels. Italians were
handy with their knives. In FLOR
epce he had two narrow escapes. Ai'er
these visitations he did not go pro"'-
ing across the Ponte Vecchio at night
in the endeavor to reconstruct some
of Benvenuto Cellinis lesser adveh-
lures. ! might add that he no longer
slept dreamlessly. He even went 40
FAR as TO write Burns to learn II any
Of those Italians he had sent up the
river were out. The affair began to
get on his nerves. tough as they were.
He was not particularly disturbed %"
his own account; but how was he to
watch over Ruth. when a knife was
hourly threatening his back? UT
course. he said nothing TO her ABOUT
these mysterious contacts In the h,s"''
He set smiling face for his schooi
teacher, and she suspected nothing.
Neither of them took note or new
fact. Their fellow tourists were oe-
ginning to smile when they saw mese
two together. which was dairy ana
everywhere. Romance. Humanity
smiles indulgentiy upon the young
male and female when they walk TO-
4 xether. upon love or the sugges'io"
of il. Heaven knows why they smile
the real thing is serious enough.
one afternoon as they came down
from Fiesole. twenty or thirty car
rinxes in all. like funeral cofteee
nv weddius-you could take your
choice-william voiced plant.
I'm Rome saw all the churches-
CT Peters. the Natican-the gal
leries, the museums, the wrecks a"u
ruins. same here in Florence. Ana
what do know. Nothing. can
,eu the name OF a picture. chureh
or a ruin. guess I'm solid Nor!
and no cracks"
Don't let that bother you. No
human being can assimila,e all these
things at once. Years from now
xou.u be staring over your pipe. ana
III these wonderful beauties Will re-
turp to you. one by one; you'll un-
d~rstaud and your heart viii gio"