“I think I told you in our last interview,” began Trevor, “that my wife and I were married after a six weeks’ acquaintance. We met through mutual friends. I know nothing of her past. I loved her devotedly, and was satisfied when she told me that my affection was returned and that she was free to become my wife. During our happy married life I never questioned her, being content to live in the present and let the dead past bury its dead. But about eight months ago I discovered that my wife was in deadly fear of one man—” he hesitated.
“Do go on,” urged Dick, bending forward in his eagerness. “Did you find out who he was?”
“He was an Italian.”
“And his name?”
“Giovanni Savelli.”
Dick sat back in his chair and stared at the Attorney General.
“Giovanni Savelli,” he repeated, thoughtfully; “Giovanni Savelli. Why, he is said to be one of the heads of the Camorra.”
“Exactly,” replied Trevor, dryly.
CHAPTER XV
MAN PROPOSES
Peggy went to her room that night very cross and very sleepy. The Patterson dinner had been a very long and, to her, a very tedious affair of many courses and numerous pauses.