Evening star., 1921-10-13
Continued from Yesterdays star)

(Continued from Yesterdays starr
He moved toward it now with a
swift, impulsive step. and snarlsd IN
his hand trembling with excitement
causing the fashlight to throw
jerky Wavering ray on the old pig.
eon-cots door. What was the use 81
that! He expected nothing. didn't
he? The pigeon-cote would be emp,
vet he was, playing the fool. he
knew quite well it would be empty;
he had prepared himself thoroughly
40 expect nothing else.
felt inside. His hand encountered a
meidy litter of chaff and straw. He
reached further in, with quick eager
ness, the full length Of his arm. He
remembered that he had pushed the
package into the corner, and had COW
cred 1t with straw.
For minute, fer two full minutes,
his fingers, by the sense OF touch,
sifted through the chaff. first slowly.
methodically, then with sort OF
frantic abandon; and then, In another
moment, he had stopped to the floor,
seized an old box. and. standing upon
it, had thrust head and shoulders into
the old pigeen-cete. while the fash
lights ray swept every erevice OF the
interior. and he paved and turned
u lay but bare inch deep and only
one bereft of his senses could expect
1T to conceal anything.
He withdrew himself from the
"nsning. and closed the pigeon-cete
door again, and stood down on the
nor . lae laughed at himself in a
low. bitter. merciless way. He had
expected nothing, of course; he had
expected only to find what he had
totnd-notning: He had told him;
himself of it. hadn't he: Well. then,
what did it matter? His hands,
clenched. went suddenly above his
head.
five years-five years! And I'll get
you-Millman! I'll get you for this,
Millman-are you listening ?-wheth-
or You are in New fork-or heli!'
He put the box upon which he had
stood back In its place, went cut t. o. OF
and made his way back to the car.
He drove quickly now, himself driven
by the feverish, iEtolsFant passion
that had him in its grip. He was sat
,stied now; There wers s,5 not an any nor; more
go to Nicolo Capriano's, and then
his hands sripped fereely on the
steering wheel. He was dead! Ha.
ha. Dave Henderson was dead-but
MilJman was still alive!
left the car W where Emmanuel had
awaited him the night before. and
gained the back porch OF Sicolo
capriano's house.
Teresa's voice from the other side
of the closed door answered his
knock.
"Who's there?" she asked.
He laughed low. half in facetious-
ness, half in grim humor. He was in
a curious mood.
1.-THE dead man." he answered.
tonight. She opened the door. and.
as he stepped inside. closed 1t behind
him again. He could not see her in
the darkness-and somehow. sud-
denly. quite unreasonably. he found
the situation awkward. ana his
fore. awkward, too.
say" he blurted out. your faith
er's got some clever head. all right!''
"Has he?" Her voice seemed
strangely quiet and subdued. q hin'
But you know about it. don't your
he exclaimed you know what hs
Yes. ! know" she" answered. But
he has been waiting for you. and hs
is impatient. AID vs had better 60
IT was Tony LomAssi! He remena'
bered her grief when he had told her
last night that Tony was dead. That
was what was the matter with her.
he decided. as he followed her along
the passageway. She must have
thought good deal of Tony Lomalyi
more even than her father did. He
wished again that he had not broken
the news to her in the blunt, brutal
way he had-oniy he had not known
then, of course. that Tony had meant
so much to her. He found himself
wondering why now. She could not
Lomazzi for fifteen years, and fifteen
years ago she could have been little
more than child. True. she might
perhaps have visited the prison,
but
well, my young fricnd-eh:" Nj