Then after
he gets back he is set to work on the mere clerical routine of
translating them. One of his associates is reduced in rank. And
so what does it come to? Hundreds of records have become useless
because the three years within which the criminals could be
deported have elapsed with nothing done. Intelligent, isn't it? I
believe it has been established that all but about fifty of seven
hundred known Italian suspects are still at large, mostly in this
city. And the rest of the Italian population is guarded from them
by a squad of police in number scarcely one-thirtieth of the
number of known criminals. No, it's our fault if the Black Hand
thrives."
We had been standing on the corner of Broadway, waiting for a
car.
"Now, Walter, don't forget. Meet me at the Bleecker Street
station of the subway at eleven-thirty. I'm off to the
university. I have some very important experiments with
phosphorescent salts that I want to finish to-day."
"What has that to do with the case?" I asked, mystified.
"Nothing," replied Craig. "I didn't say it had. At eleven-thirty,
don't forget. By George, though, that Paoli must be a clever
one--think of his knowing about ricin. I only heard of it myself
recently. Well, here's my car. Good-bye."
Craig swung aboard an Amsterdam Avenue car, leaving me to kill
eight nervous hours of my weekly day of rest from the Star.
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