"Indeed! What is it?"
"Hist! The walls have ears." Bernie cast a glance over his shoulder at the busy, sunlit street and the hurrying crowds. "Come!" With a melodramatic air he led Blake into a coffee-house near by. "You can't guess it!" he exclaimed, when they were seated.
"And what's more, I won't try. You're getting too mysterious, Bernie."
"I've found him."
"Whom?"
"The bell-cow; the boss dago; the chief head-hunter; Belisario Cardi!"
Blake started and the smile died from his lips. Dreux ran on with some heat:
"Oh, don't look so skeptical. Any man with intelligence and courage can become as good a detective as I am. I've found your Capo-Mafia, that's all."
"Who is he?"
"You won't believe me; but he's well thought of. You know him; O'Neil knows him. He's generally trusted."