"No doubt! But, unfortunately, I don't know them. Why don't you help me out, Caesar?"
"If I could! You have no suspicions, eh?"
"Plenty of suspicions, but no proofs."
Maruffi turned back to Norvin, saying: "So, you identified the murderer of your friend Savigno? Madonna mia! You have a memory! But were you not—afraid?"
"Afraid of what?"
"Ah! You are American, as I said before; you fear nothing. But it was
Belisario Cardi who killed the Conte of Martinello."
"Belisario Cardi is only a name," said Norvin, guardedly.
"True!" Maruffi agreed. "Being a Palermitan myself, he is real to me, but, as you say, nobody knows."
He rose and shook hands cordially with both men. When he had joined the group of Italians at a near-by table, Donnelly said:
"There's the whitest dago in the city. I thought he might be the 'One Who Knows,' but I reckon I was mistaken. He could help me, though, if he dared."