Of course over here he is too high-born to work with his hands on
a railroad or in a trench, and not educated enough to work at
anything else. So he has been preying on his more industrious
countrymen--a typical case of a man living by his wits with no
visible means of support.
"Now I don't mind telling you in strict confidence," continued
the lieutenant, "that it's my theory that old Cesare has seen
Paoli here, knew he was wanted for that murder of the old music
master, and gave me the tip to look up his record. At any rate
Paoli disappeared right after I returned from Italy, and we
haven't been able to locate him since. He must have found out in
some way that the tip to look him up had been given by the White
Hand. He had been a Camorrista, in Italy, and had many ways of
getting information here in America."
He paused, and balanced a piece of cardboard in his hand.
"It is my theory of this case that if we could locate this Paoli
we could solve the kidnapping of little Adelina Gennaro very
quickly. That's his picture."
Kennedy and I bent over to look at it, and I started in surprise.
It was my evil-looking friend with the scar on his cheek.
"Well," said Craig, quietly handing back the card, "whether or
not he is the man, I know where we can catch the kidnappers
to-night, Lieutenant.
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