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"One thing I want to say," began Kennedy.
"No, no, no!" cried the tenor. "I will go--you shall not stop
me."
"I don't wish to stop you," Craig reassured him. "But one thing--
do exactly as I tell you, and I swear not a hair of the child's
head will be injured and we will get the blackmailers, too."
"How?" eagerly asked Gennaro. "What do you want me to do?"
"All I want you to do is to go to Albano's at the appointed time.
Sit down in the back room. Get into conversation with them, and,
above all, Signor, as soon as you get the copy of the Bolletino
turn to the third page, pretend not to be able to read the
address. Ask the man to read it. Then repeat it after him.
Pretend to be overjoyed. Offer to set up wine for the whole
crowd. Just a few minutes, that is all I ask, and I will
guarantee that you will be the happiest man in New York
to-morrow."
Gennaro's eyes filled with tears as he grasped Kennedy's hand.
"That is better than having the whole police force back of me,"
he said. "I shall never forget, never forget."
As we went out Kennedy remarked: "You can't blame them for
keeping their troubles to themselves. Here we send a police
officer over to Italy to look up the records of some of the worst
suspects. He loses his life. Another takes his place.
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