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.
"During the last five years," he said, slowly, "I"ve often tried to be a man, but never until last night have I succeeded fully. When I signed that call to arms I felt that I was writing Maruffi"s death-warrant.
I hesitated for a time, then I put aside all thoughts of myself, and now I"m prepared to meet this accusation. I knew it would come. The world--my world--knows that Maruffi"s life or mine hinges on his liberty; if he dies by the mob to-day, that world will call me coward for my act; it will say that I roused the pa.s.sions of the populace to save myself.
Nevertheless, I was chosen leader of that committee, and I did their will--as I shall do the will of the people."
"The will of the people! You know very well that the people have no will. They do what their leaders tell them."
"My name is written. I am sorry that I cannot do as you wish."
"But surely you do not deceive yourself," she insisted. "This is wrong, oh, so inconceivably, so terribly wrong! You do not possess the divine power to bestow life. How then can you dare to take it? By what possible authority do you decree the destruction of your fellow-men whom the law has adjudged innocent?"
"By the sovereign authority of the public good. By the inherited right of self-protection."
"You would shoot them down, like caged animals?"
"Those eleven individuals have ceased to exist as men. They represent an infection, a diseased spot which must be cut out. They stand for disorder and violence; to free them would be a crime, to give them arms to defend themselves would be merely to increase their evil."
"There is a child among them, too; would you have his death upon your conscience?"
"I told Gino he should come to no harm, and, G.o.d willing, he sha"n"t."
"How can you hope to stem the rage of a thousand madmen? A mob will stop at no half measures. There are two men among the prisoners who are ent.i.tled to another trial. Do you think the people will spare them if they take the others?" He shrugged his shoulders doubtfully, and she shuddered. "You shall not have the death of those defenseless men upon your soul!" she cried. "Your hands at least shall remain clean."
"Please don"t urge me," he said.
"But I do. I ask you to take no part in this barbarous uprising."
"And I must refuse you."
She looked at him wildly; her face was ashen as she continued:
"You have said that you love me. Can"t you make this sacrifice for me?
Can"t you make this concession to my fears, my conscience, my beliefs?
I am only a woman, and I cannot face this grim and awful thing. I cannot think of your part in it."
The look she gave him went to his heart.
"Margherita!" he cried, in torture; "don"t you see I have no choice? I couldn"t yield, even if the price were--you and your love. You wouldn"t rob me of my manhood?"
"I could never touch hands which were stained with the blood of defenseless men--not even in friendship, you--understand?"
"I understand!" For a second time the color left his face.
Her glance wavered again, she swayed, then groped for the door, while he stood like stone in his tracks.
"Good-by!" he said, lifelessly.