Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-01-04

"Ses. that Is what lie wore, but,
good Lord, Capriano. what does
this mean?'
the door. as the figure o. the plain
clothes man appeared on the threshold.
Old Nicolo Capriano was apparently
in the throes Of towering passion.
Get out of here" he screamed.
'.Did my daughter not tell you to get
out! Go away! / want nothing to do
with you Curse you--and all the rest
Of the police with you! Can you not
leave old NicOlo CGprianO TO die In
, peace-7ch?''
That's all right" said Earjan coolly
He glanced over his shoulder. Teresa
was standing Just outside in the hall
behind him. Pardon me- he said
Nov thcn'-hc faced Nicolo Capri
ano once there's no use kick
ing up all this dust. 1t won't get you
anywhere, Nicoio. There's a little mat
ter that want TO talk TO you about, and
that I'm going 10 talk - you about
whether you like il or not-that's all
there is TO it. And we'll get right 10
the point. What do you know about
that affair in the park last night
Nicolo CaprianO sank back on his pill
lows, with furious snarl. He still
shook his fist at the officer.
What should I know about your
/ miserable affairs be shouted. II
know nothing about any park know
! nothing ut all. Why do you not leave
ME in peace-eh? For fifteen years
! olo Capriano, and for fifteen years Me
: against the law"
| said Barjan calmly. But there's q
little record that goes back beyond those
fifteen years, Nicolo, that keeps us a
little chummy with you-and you've
been valuable at times, NicolO.
Bah ~ Nicolo Capr.ano spat the
exclamation viciously at the other.
About last night" suggested Br-
jan patiently. Its rather in y6Nr
line. | thought perhaps you might b."
able TO give us little help that would
put us on th" right track
Il don't know what you re talking
about" snapped NiColo Capriano.
I'm talking about the mNn that wn~
blown to pieces by n bomb" Barian
was still patient.
Nicolo Capriano's eyes showed the
, 'AIol k!tuul VI llllpTeSt,
! Il didn't know there was any man
Flown up. His tone appeared TO min
gle the rage and antagOnism that he had
first exhibited with new and suddenly
awakened curiosity. Il didn't know
there was any man blown up" he re.
peated.
That's too bad - said Barjan witt
mock resignation-and settled himscll
deliberately in chair nc the bedside
II guess, then, you're the only man in
San Francisco who doesn't
You fool :" Nicolo Capriano raspc7,
in rag again. I've been bed. ridder
for three years--and ! wish TO God
you had been, too" lie choked and
coughed little. He eyed Barjan nra
cvolently. Il tell you this is the frs,
I've heard of it. l don't hang about the
street corners picking up the news
Don't sit there with your silly. smrk
ing police face, trying 10 see how snar,
you can be. What information do YOU
expect TO get out Of me like that When
know nothing, l can tell nothing. caI
l: Who was tie man
That's what We want TO know, ''
said Barjan pleasantly. And. look
here, Nicolo, I'm not here to r!lc you.
All that was left was q few fragments
OF park bench, man. light stand
ard, ana a piece or two Of what wa.
evidently bomb.
What time was this:' Nicc,o
= tapriano 5 eyes we're o. the foot uf tho
bed.
Three oclocb this 3orniu., B,.-
jan answered.
The old bomb kings fingers begl,.
t. pluck a: the "oyerlet, a minutc
passed. His eyes, from the foot Of Tho
bed, liked for an instant moodily on
BGrJan's fnce-ard sought the foot Il
the bed again.
Barjsn broke tue silence.
$50 you do know something a.ou,
Il. ch. Nicolof" he prodded softly.
II didn { know anything had har.
pened until you said So" returned,
Nicol Capriauo curtIy. But seeing il
los happened, maybe L" He cut
Ids words of short, and eyed the plain
Clothesman again. "Is the man dead"
he demanded with we'll simulated sud
den suspicion. You aren't lying "a
mc--eht trust none Of you :"
Dead :" "iacClRtsd Barjsn almost
kysterically. Good God--dcad. Didn't
tel! you hr vas blown into VNrocOg-
nlZable atoms
The sharp, black eyes fingered a lit.
Nlc IOHRcT on buIJiu y race. Inc result
appeared finally to alley Nicolo Capri
amos suspicious
We'll, all right, then, III tell you,
he said, but there was q grudginE not,
, still in the old bomb king voice. Il,
can't do the man any harm il he's dead
guess you'll know who It is. It,
the fellow who pulled that hundred
, thousand dollar robbery about five wear,
ago on old mpn Tydeman-'he fellow
that went by the namo OF Dave Hea
oersOn. | don't knew whether that,
. his real name or not"
: What shouted Bm jan. He la,
+ lost his cOmpoFarc, He was M from
! his chair, and staring wildly az the ole
T IHRn on the bed. "You rc crawl" h,
jerked out suddenly Either you r,
lying TO. mo, or you're Of your nut
} Nou---"
Ncolo Capriano wa, in a towcrinI
rage in an instant.
t You get ont OF here" he screamed
You get to hell out Of here ! didn
4 nsh you TO come, and don't give
.ly.l