The Black Hand
“Even now it seems a bucolic place to be set upon by Sicilian assassins, but it was our presence that had brought them there. Like Barker himself, the Sicilians lived by an inviolable code. Having sent him the Black Hand note, and found it ignored, they felt duty bound to go through with the threat.
Less than ten minutes later, I stood in the shattered greenhouse drenched with rain and bleeding freely from the face. At my feet lay the Sicilian intruder I had encountered there, pierced through th...e heart with a dagger. My dagger. He had sliced open my cheek but, in doing so, had left himself exposed and I had struck as Gallenga had trained me to do. When the opening appeared, I’d thrust a knife into his vitals without thinking and without hesitation. I stood over him, my heart pounding wildly.
“Thomas!” Barker’s rough voice bellowed over the crashing of the storm.
“Here, sir!” I called.
“Are you all right?”
“I think I’ve killed one of them.”
“Stay there,” he called.MoreLess
Less than ten minutes later, I stood in the shattered greenhouse drenched with rain and bleeding freely from the face. At my feet lay the Sicilian intruder I had encountered there, pierced through th...e heart with a dagger. My dagger. He had sliced open my cheek but, in doing so, had left himself exposed and I had struck as Gallenga had trained me to do. When the opening appeared, I’d thrust a knife into his vitals without thinking and without hesitation. I stood over him, my heart pounding wildly.
“Thomas!” Barker’s rough voice bellowed over the crashing of the storm.
“Here, sir!” I called.
“Are you all right?”
“I think I’ve killed one of them.”
“Stay there,” he called.MoreLess
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