and that his presence at it was required and ordered.

"That was bad enough, but worse was to come. I had noticed for
some time that when Gorgiano came to us, as he constantly did, in
the evening, he spoke much to me; and even when his words were to
my husband those terrible, glaring, wild-beast eyes of his were
always turned upon me. One night his secret came out. I had
awakened what he called 'love' within him--the love of a brute--a
savage. Gennaro had not yet returned when he came. He pushed
his way in, seized me in his mighty arms, hugged me in his bear's
embrace, covered me with kisses, and implored me to come away
with him. I was struggling and screaming when Gennaro entered
and attacked him. He struck Gennaro senseless and fled from the
house which he was never more to enter. It was a deadly enemy
that we made that night.

"A few days later came the meeting. Gennaro returned from it
with a face which told me that something dreadful had occurred.
It was worse than we could have imagined possible. The funds of
the society were raised by blackmailing rich Italians and
threatening them with violence should they refuse the money. It
seems that Castalotte, our dear friend and benefactor, had been
approached. He had refused to yield to threats, and he had
handed the notices to the police. It was resolved now that such
an example should be made of them as would prevent any other
victim from rebelling. At the meeting it was arranged that he and
his house should be blown up with dynamite. There was a drawing
of lots as to who should carry out the deed. Gennaro saw our
enemy's cruel face smiling at him as he dipped his hand in the
bag. No doubt it had been prearranged in some fashion, for it was