Part 57 (1/2)
Margherita Ginini was waiting at Blake's place of business when he arrived, after a night of sleepless worry. She, too, showed evidence of a painful vigil; her hand was shaking as she held out a copy of the morning paper, inquiring:
”What is the meaning of this?”
”It means we're no longer in Sicily,” he said.
”You intend to--kill those men?”
”I fear something like that may occur. The question will be put up to the people, plainly.”
She clutched the edge of his desk, staring at him with wide, tragic eyes.
”Your name heads the list. Did--you do this?”
”I am the chairman of that committee. I did my part.”
”But the law declares them innocent,” she gasped--”all but two, and they can be tried over again.”
”The law!” He smiled bitterly. ”Do you believe that?”
”I believe they are guilty--who can doubt it? But this lawlessness-- this mad cry for revenge--it is against all my beliefs, my religion.
Oh, my friend, can't you stop it? At least take no part in it--for my sake.”
His look was hard, yet regretful,
”For your sake I would give my life gladly,” he said, ”but there are times when one must act his destined part. That verdict holds me up to the public as a perjurer; but that is a small matter. Oh, I have had my scruples; I have questioned my conscience, and deep in my heart I see that there is only one way. I'd be a hypocrite if I denied it. I'm wrong, perhaps, but I can't be untrue to myself.”
”We know but a part of the truth,” she urged, desperately. ”G.o.d alone knows it all. You saw three men--there are others whom you did not see.”
”They were seen by other eyes quite as trustworthy as mine.”
She wrung her hands miserably, crying:
”But wait! Guilty or innocent, they have appeared in judgment, and the law has acquitted them. You urge upon the people now a crime greater than theirs. Two wrongs do not make a right. Who are you to raise yourself above that power which is supreme?”
”There's a law higher than the courts.”
”Yes, one; the law of G.o.d. If our means have failed, leave their punishment to Him.”
He shook his head, no trace of yielding in his eyes.
”One man was killed, and yet you contemplate the death of eleven!”
”Listen,” he cried, ”this cause belongs to the people who have seen their sacred inst.i.tutions debauched. If I had the power to sway the citizens of New Orleans from the course which I believe they contemplate, I doubt that I could bring myself to exercise it, for it is plain that the Mafia must be exterminated. The good of the city, the safety of all of us, demands it.” He regarded her curiously. ”Do you realize what Maruffi's freedom would mean to you and Oliveta?”
”We are in G.o.d's hands.”
”It would require a miracle to save you. Caesar would have my life, too; he told me as much with his eyes when that corrupted jury lifted the fear of death from his heart.”
”So!” cried the girl. ”You fear him, therefore you take this means of destroying him! You goad the public and your friends into a red rage and send them to murder your enemy.”
Her hysteria was not proof against the look which leaped into his eyes--the pallor that left him facing her with the visage of a sick man.