Evening star., 1921-10-11
(Continued from Yesterdays starr

! him. The fool" Nlcoio. CapI
! cackled, suddenly. He had iouHa ia
! Jake Morrisseys, and he had thrown
! the thing against the building. The
fool. OF course. it wouldn't go OF !:
! He thought it would. by hitting II
against something. The only way s,s
casing and set the clockwork: When
! he found it didn't explode he picked
it up again and brought it back here;
! He wanted me to fix 1T for NM;
asked him where he got It, Al
Lomazzi had told him where he mad
! hidden some things. ria, ha" Nlco,o
| Capriano cackled more shrilly still
and began to rock in bed Win uiil n5
| seemly mirth. "One OF Tony s oiu
! bombs. Tony left the young fool
! iegacy-a bomb. and maybe there
/ was some money. too. I tried to hnd
| out about that. bu; all he SAID was
| to keep asking me to tlN the ponp LOT
| him 1 refused. I told him l was no
, longer in that business. That l Went W.,
out of it when Tony Lomazzi did
| fifteen years ago. He would listen to
nothing He cursed me-, l did not
! think he could do any harm with the
| thing-and I guess he didn't. 4 young
! fool like that is best out OF the way.
| he tried to fix it himself under that
arc light on the park bench" Nicolo
Capriano shrugged his shoulders
again. II would not have cared 70
open the thing myself-it was made
too long ago. eh? The clockwork
might have played tricks even with
me. who once was
| Yes" said -Barjan. He stood up.
II guess that's good enough. and l
guess that's the end of Dave Hender-
lars He frowned in meditative
sort Of way II don't know whether
I'm sorry. or not he said slowly.
Wed have got him sooner or later; ai
| abruptly to the prison, clothes On ahs
briskly; they'll need them at the IN
"There's some paper in the bottom
drawer of that wardrobe over there,
said Nicolo Capriano unconcerneoiS.
You can wrap them up.
Earjan. with a nod OF thanks, Sc
cured the paper. made bundle or
the clothes. and tucked the bundle
under his arm.
I'VE won't forget this. Nicolo," he
said heartily, as he moved toward
"Bah.' said Nicoio Capriano, with
scowl. "T know how much that is
worth"
He listened attentivcly as Teresa
showed the plainrlothesman out
IL
closed again he called his daughter.
Listen. my little one" he said. and
his forefinger was laid against the
side of his nose in gesture Of hu-
morous confidence II will ten you
was fool enough to blow himself
UP. has become the young man whom
our good friend Tony Lomazzi sent to
US last night
Father" Her eyes widened in
sudden amazement, not unmixed with
alarm.
You understand, my little one?"
He wagged his head. and cackled
softly. Not a world You under
stand?"
Yes" she said doubtfully.
"Good!" grunted the old bomb king.
"I think Barjan has swallowed the
hook. But I trust no one. l must be
sure-you understand-sure. Go and
telephone Emmanuel. and tell him
to find Little Peter, and send the
scoundrel to me at once"
Yes. father she said: "but-
1T is for Tony LomazZi," he said.
She went from the room.
Nicolo Capriano lay back on the
pillows and closed his eyes. He mil ght
have been asleep again, for the smile
on his lips was as guileless as
hour later, when. after motioning
Teresa, who had opened the door,
away. he propped himself up on his
elbow to greet wizened. crafty faced
little rat of the underworld, who stood
at the bedside.
here. Little Peter" murmured Nicolo
Capriano. And I always paid we'll
Ell" You have not forgotten that?
Well, 1 will pay well again. Listen!
am sure that the man who was killed
with the bomb in the park last night
III IyytI y, 1FT TN1Hy
Henderson: and told the police SO.
/; But it is always possible that / have
made a mistake. / do not think So
but it is always possible-eh? Well,
l must know. Little Peter. The police
will investigate further, and SO will
for the fellow. You are clever little
devil, Little Peter. Find out if the po-
lice have discovered anything that
would indicate I am wrong, and do the
same with Baldy Vickers' gang. You
know them all. don't your
The wizened little rat grinned.
Sure" he said. out of the corner Of
his mouth. "Youse can leave it to me,
Nicolo. I'm wise"
Nicolo Capriano patted the others
arm approvingly, and smiled ths man
away
You have the whole day before you.
Little Peter" he said. Il am in no
hurry"
Once more Nicolo Capriano lay back
on his pillows, and closed his eyes, and
once more the guileless smile hovered
over his lips.
At Intervals through the day he
! murmured and communed with him.
self, and sometimes his cackling laugh
brought Teresa to the door; but for
| the most part he lay there through
F.; the hours with the placid. cunning
patience that the school of long ex-
I perience had brought him.
/ 1t was dusk when Little Peter stood
at the BEDSIDE again.
! 'YouseNcalled de turn, Nicolo. he
| said. Dat was de guy, all right. !
| got next to some of de fly-cops, an
| dey amt got no doubt about it.: Dey
! handed it out to de reporters lie
: :1pped a newspaper that he was car
T.; it for yerself. An de gang sizes 1t
up de same way. 1 pulled de window
stunt on 'em down at Morrissey's s
about an hour ago. Dey was all dere
i-Baldy, an Runty Mott. an all de
i rest-an' another guy. too. Say. /
pulled in wild dat mob. Dey was
fightin' like a lot OF stray cats. an
dey was sore as pups. an all blamin'
| de pther one for losin' de money. De
only guy in de lot dat kept his head
| was Bookie. He sat dere schewin' a
! big fat cigar, an wigglin it from one
| corner Of his mouth to de other, an
F.; he handed 'em some talk. He give 'en1
i hell for mussin' everything UP. Say,
Nicolo. take it from me, youse want to
keep yer eye peeled for him. He says
/ to de crowd: It's a cinch dat Dave
Henderson's dead. thanks to de
I damned mess youse have made of
| everything he say; an it's a cinch
dat Capriano's story in de paper is
straight-it's too full of de real dope