"What do you wish to know about—the Count of Martinello and Narcone the bandit?"
"I want to know all there is," said Donnelly. "Perhaps we can get at it quicker if you will tell me what you know. I had no idea you were familiar with the case. It's remarkable how these old trails recross."
"I—I know everything about the murder of Martel Savigno, for I saw it. I was there. He was my best friend. That is the story of which you read. That is why the mention of his name upset me, even after nearly five years."
Bernie Dreux uttered an exclamation and hitched forward in his chair.
This new side of Blake's character fascinated him.
"If you will tell me the circumstances it will help me piece out my record," said the Chief, so Blake began reluctantly, hesitatingly, giving the facts clearly, but with a constraint that bore witness to his pain in the recital.
When he had finished, it was Donnelly's turn to show surprise.
"That is remarkable!" he exclaimed. "To think that you have seen Gian Narcone! D'you suppose you would know him again after four years?" He shot a keen glance at his friend.
"I am quite sure I would. But come, you haven't told me anything yet."
"Well, Narcone is in New Orleans."
"What?" Blake leaned forward in his chair, his eyes blazing.