The Barrel MysteryFlynn, William J. (William James)
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The Barrel Mystery
Flynn, William J. (William James)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
"'Caterina,' I said, 'in case I do not return and people come to you
with any excuse, no matter what, to get you, it is a sure sign that
they have assassinated me. Then shoot whoever comes after you, or they
will murder you!'
"The poor woman began to cry, and I had difficulty in composing her.
Unnoticed by Peppino I managed to steal Uncle Vincent's revolver, and
put it into my pocket."
FOOTNOTES:
[3] Lieutenant Joseph Petrosino of the Italian Detective Bureau,
attached to the New York Police Department, was murdered in Palermo,
Sicily, while on a mission for the Police Department then under the
guidance of Commissioner Theodore Bingham. Petrosino had been an
implacable foe of the Lupo-Morello gang. His murder has never been
explained to the public.
[4] Carogna in the Sicilian dialect means a putrid, dead animal. Among
the Sicilian criminals the word is used to designate anybody that
brings harm to any gang of criminals.
CHAPTER XIII
THE BLACK-HANDERS IN SESSION
"Upon entering the house, which was close by Cina's farmhouse, I saw a
table in a room on the ground floor and around this table were seated
the following bandits: Ignazio Lupo, Giuseppe Morello, Antonio Cecala,
Uncle Salvatore (Giuseppe Palermo), Uncle Vincent, Vincenzio Giglio,
Bernardo Perrone, Nicola Sylvester, besides a man from Brooklyn whom
the gang called Domenico and who was a baker, and five other men whose
names I did not know. Cina was not there, being occupied with his
family, where a birth was expected momentarily.
"As I stepped in no one motioned to recognize me nor was my greeting
returned. Mechanically I took a seat. After about ten minutes of
sinister silence and ill-boding glances, Cina broke the strain as he
came rushing in with Peppino, his brother, both of them laughing and
shouting like madmen.
"'A boy! A boy!' they yelled.
"Cina received the congratulations of the gang. Silence once more
haunted the room. Then Lupo turned to me abruptly and said:
"'Don Antonio, your work is worthless. It is a rotten job; so much so
that none of it could be sold. Cina and Cecala have risked their lives
in trying to sell it. However, they have sold some four thousand
dollars of the counterfeit money, taking in, all in all, about one
thousand dollars in genuine money. They have expended about two
hundred dollars on their trip to different cities distributing our
product. Therefore, there remains about eight hundred dollars, which
will be divided among the ones that have advanced the first money. If
you had turned out a good job we could have taken in more by selling
it all. As it is about seven or eight thousand dollars have been made
for the stove.
"'The Canadian money is worthless and must be burned. It cannot be put
on the market. But this is no fault of yours, in this instance. It is
the fault of the one who made the plates.
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