“No, no, Guisseppi. The police got you. I was your friend.”
“Liar! But for you, I would be happy; my father and mother would not bear the black disgrace of a son hanged on the gallows.”
“Why have you come back from the dead, Guisseppi? Why should you haunt your old pal?”
“I have a score to settle with you.”
“In the name of God the Father, go back to the grave! Leave me in peace.”
Guisseppi raised his weapon.
“I have come to kill you,” he said.
Cardello fell upon his knees.
“Spare me, Guisseppi!” he screamed, stretching out imploring arms. “Mercy, Guisseppi, mercy! Don’t—”
There was a crash—a leap of fire.