"They know what is good for them. As for me, my flesh will not turn the point of a knife, Signore. Life is an enjoyable affair, and if I die I can never marry. What would you have me tell?"
"The name of the Capo-Mafia, for instance."
"You think there is a Capo-Mafia?"
"I know it. What's more, I know who he is."
"Belisario Cardi? Bah! Few people believe there is such a man."
"You and I believe it."
"Perhaps. But what if I could lay hands upon him? Think you that I, or any Sicilian, would dare? All the police of this city could never take Belisario Cardi. It is to make laugh! Our friend Donnelly was unwise, he was too zealous. Now—he is but a memory. He took a life, his life was taken in return. This affair will mean more deaths. Leave things as they are, my friend, before you too are mourned."
Norvin eyed his caller curiously.
"That sounds almost as much like a threat as a warning."
"God forbid! I simply state the truth for your own good and for the good of all of us. Wherever Sicilians are found there your laws will be ignored. For my own part, naturally, I do not approve—I am an American now—but the truth is what I tell you."