"Hello! Is that you, O'Connell? Good! Stick around the neighborhood. We'll be right over." He hung up the receiver and explained: "O'Connell has him marked out. We'd better go."
It was not until they were well on their way that Norvin thought to mention the letter, which he had wished to see.
"Oh, yes, I meant to show it to you," said Donnelly.
"But there's nothing unusual about it, except perhaps the signature."
"I thought you said it was anonymous."
"Well, it is; it's merely signed 'One who Knows.'"
"Does it mention an associate of Narcone—a man named Cardi?"
"No. Who's he?"
"I dare say at least a hundred thousand people have asked that same question." Briefly Norvin told what he knew of the reputed chief of the banditti, of the terrors his name inspired in Sicily, and of his supposed connection with the murder of Savigno. "Once or twice a year I hear from Colonel Neri," he added, "but he informs me that Cardi has never returned to the island, so it occurred to me that he too might be in New Orleans."
"It's very likely that he is, and if he was a Capo-Mafia there, he's probably the same here. Lord! I'd like to get inside of that outfit; I'd go through it like a sandstorm."