“Ah, you come so soon, signor!” he exclaimed. “I am glad. Angela—she tell you?”
“Yes. What’s the trouble?”
“You see the house over dere?”
He pointed to the low apartment across the way.
“Yes.”
“Well, signor, men unload and swing boxes—beeg—long boxes inside. One of them fell and brak—”
“It was guns, signor!—all bright, new. I ask them what for they put so many guns in the old house. The boss say I must join his Black Hand Alliance—“ Benda laughed. “I tell him go t’ell—
“He say it’s war and I die unless I do—I tell him go t’ell two times. And I send word to you, signor. What you tink?”
“I don’t know. I’ll find the owner of the building and tell you. Thanks, Tommaso,” he added cordially. “I appreciate your confidence. I’ll see about it.”