Part 44 (2/2)
Oliveta's lips writhed into a tortured smile. ”Never fear, I shall place the loop about his neck where my arms have lain. He has told me little, for I feared to listen. But wait! Give me time.”
Vittoria cried in a shocked voice: ”Child! Not--that,”
”It was from him I learned of Gian Narcone and his other friends; now I shall learn from his own mouth the whole truth. He shall weave the rope for his own destruction. Oh, he is like water in my hands, and I shall lie in his arms--”
”Lucrezia! You can't touch him--knowing--”
”I will have the truth, if I give myself to him in payment, if I am d.a.m.ned for eternity. G.o.d has chosen me!”
She broke down into frightful sobs. With sisterly affection the other woman put her arms about her and tried to soothe her. At length she led her away, but for a long time Norvin could hear sounds of the peasant girl's grief. When Vittoria reappeared her face was still pale and troubled.
”I can do nothing with her. She seems to think we are all divine instruments.”
”Poor girl! She is in a frightful position. I'm too amazed to talk sensibly. But surely she won't persist.”
”You do not know her; she is like iron. Even I have no power over her now, and I--fear for the result. She is Sicilian to the core, she will sacrifice her body, her soul, for vengeance, and that--man is a fiend.”
”It's better to know the truth now than later.”
”Yes, the web of chance has entangled our enemies and delivered them bound into our hands. We cannot question the wisdom of that power which wove the net. Oliveta is perhaps a stronger instrument than I; she will never rest until her father is avenged.”
”The strangest part is that you are the 'One Who Knows,' You told me you had given up the quest.”
”And so I had. I was weary of it. My life was bleak and empty. I could not return to Sicily, because of the memories it held. We came South in answer to the call of our blood, and I took up a work of love instead of hate, while Oliveta found a new interest in this man, who was wonderful and strong and fierce in his devotion to her. I attained to that peace for which I had prayed. Then, when I was nearly ready for my vows, my foster sister learned of Gian Narcone and came to me.
We talked long together, and I finally yielded to her demands--she is a contadina, she never forgets--and I wrote that first letter to Mr.
Donnelly. I feared you might see and recognize my handwriting, so I bought one of those new machines and learned to use it. What followed you know. When we discovered that the Mafia had vowed to take Chief Donnelly's life in payment for Narcone's, we were forced to go on or have innocent blood upon our hands.
”The Chief was killed in spite of our warnings, and then you appeared as the head of his avengers--you--my truest friend, the brother of Martel. I knew that the Mafia would have your life unless you crushed it, and in a sense I was responsible for your danger. It seemed my duty to help break up this accursed brotherhood, much as I wished that the work might fall to other hands. Oliveta was eager for the struggle, and while she fought for her vengeance, I--I fought to save you.”
”You did this for _me!_” he cried, falteringly.
”Yes. My position at the hospital, my occupation made it easy for me to learn many things. It was I who discovered the men who actually killed Chief Donnelly; for Normando, after his injury, was brought there and I attended him. I learned of his accomplices, where the boy, Gino Cressi, was concealed, and other things. Lucrezia was a spy here among her countrypeople, and Caesar was forever dropping bits of information, though we never dreamed who he was.”
She went to the long French window, and, shading her eyes with her hands, peered down into the dark street.
”Then you have--thought of me,” he urged. ”You thought of me even before we were drawn together by this net of chance?”
”You have seldom been out of my thoughts,” she told him, quietly.” You were my only friend, and I live a lonely life.” Turning with a wistful smile, she asked: ”And have you now and then remembered that Sicilian girl you knew so long ago?”
His voice was unruly; it broke as he replied: ”Your face is always before me, Contessa. I grew very tired of waiting, but I always felt that I would find you.”
She gave him her two hands. ”The thought of your affection and loyalty has meant much to me; and it will always mean much. When I have entered upon my new life and know that you are happy in yours--”
”But I never shall be happy,” he broke out, hoa.r.s.ely.
She stopped him with a grave look.
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