But--I regret to say it, signorini--it is a reflection upon our advanced civilization and the good name of our people--but sometimes a man who is rich disappears for a time, and no one knows how it is, or where he may be.

He always returns; but then he is not so rich." "I understand.

My uncle is captured by brigands, you think." "There are no brigands, signorina." "Or the Mafia, then." "I do not know the Mafia.

All I know is that the very rich should keep their riches secret when they travel.

In Chicago, which is America, they will knock you upon the head for a few miserable dollars; here my countrymen scorn to attack or to rob the common people.