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The Toll.
From the VITAGRAPH Photoplay hy Elizabeth R. Carpenter Adapted hy Bruce McCall,
Misunderstanding, jealousy and tragedy are the key notes of this special feature. Saved from blackmailers Steele protects Marta, his deliverer, but Marta's husband vows vengeance and follows them from Italy to America, stabbing his wife, whose dying statement reveals all and restores peace.
John Steele Antonio Marta Elaine
Chapter I.
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E sail to-morrow, Bates. Europe is all very well, but there's no place like home, ehr'
I think so, too, sir," replied the valet respectfully. I don't think any of these foreign places come up to New York, sir."
John Steele laughed. " I expect we're both prejudiced. Bates. Anyhow, it's America for me all the time, and I shall be glad to get back. Just take this cablegram for me. You can pack when you come back."
" Yes, sir." I'm going out to-night for a last look round. I shall be home about midnight. Wait up for me, will you. Bates'? We'll arrange everything then." " Yes, sir."
Bates went off with the message, and John Steele, millionaire, sat awhile thinking. There was a special reason for his eagerness to be back in New York. He was engaged to be married to Miss Elaine Forsythe, and he had been separated from her now for three months. He had expected to be away longer, but the business upon which he had come to Europe had been settled sooner than he anticipated, and he was going to hasten back to New York and be married on the date originally arranged. He knew that Elaine would be as delighted as he was. So he sent his message :
" Sailing from Genoa to-morrow. No need to postpone wedding."
JAMES MORRISON GEORGE COOPER DOROTHY KELLY MARIE WEIRMAN
Steele had no idea that anybody in Genoa beside his valet and the manager of the hotel had any interest in him or his movements, but on this evening he was the subject of a discussion between three of the worst characters in the city. Their meeting took place in an underground hovel in a quarter which had no good reputation. It was the abode of Antonio Perino, a member of the Camorra, that dread secret society which has its members in all ranks of society and its agents in every ceuntry in the world. It is perhaps the most dangerous and widespread criminal organisation existing, and these men were three of its most desperate members.
Antonio Perino was their leader. Clever, audacious, and utterly unscrupulous, it was his part to plan the crimes which were carried out by others. Smart and wellgroomed, wearing evening clothes of fault less cut and an immaculate silk hat, he looked singularly out of place in the humble apartment.
He sat at a table with his two companions, rough-looking customers in the garb of workmen. A flask of wine and glasses stood on the table, but the men were too much interested in what Perino was saying to trouble about drinking at the moment. Antonio did not invite his wife Marta to take part in the discussion. She was at the far end of the room, ostensibly engaged in household duties, but straining her ears to catch, if she could, something of the conversation. It was carried on in such low tones, however, that she only caught a word now and then, but she knew enough of the