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Security
at
the
bank
was
taken
over
by
a
small
army
of
handpicked
men
wearing
bank
guard
uniforms
.
At
ten
o'clock
on
a
Saturday
morning
the
conference
room
began
to
fill
up
.
Besides
the
Five
Families
of
New
York
,
there
were
representatives
from
ten
other
Families
across
the
country
,
with
the
exception
of
Chicago
,
that
black
sheep
of
their
world
.
They
had
given
up
trying
to
civilize
Chicago
,
and
they
saw
no
point
in
including
those
mad
dogs
in
this
important
conference
.
A
bar
had
been
set
up
and
a
small
buffet
.
Each
representative
to
the
conference
had
been
allowed
one
aide
.
Most
of
the
Dons
had
brought
their
Consiglieres
as
aides
so
there
were
comparatively
few
young
men
in
the
room
.
Tom
Hagen
was
one
of
those
young
men
and
the
only
one
who
was
not
Sicilian
.
He
was
an
object
of
curiosity
,
a
freak
.
Hagen
knew
his
manners
.
He
did
not
speak
,
he
did
not
smile
.
He
waited
on
his
boss
,
Don
Corleone
,
with
all
the
respect
of
a
favorite
earl
waiting
on
his
king
;
bringing
him
a
cold
drink
,
lighting
his
cigar
,
positioning
his
ashtray
;
with
respect
but
no
obsequiousness
.
Hagen
was
the
only
one
in
that
room
who
knew
the
identity
of
the
portraits
hanging
on
the
dark
paneled
walls
.
They
were
mostly
portraits
of
fabulous
financial
figures
done
in
rich
oils
.
One
was
of
Secretary
of
the
Treasury
Hamilton
.
Hagen
could
not
help
thinking
that
Hamilton
might
have
approved
of
this
peace
meeting
being
held
in
a
banking
institution
.
Nothing
was
more
calming
,
more
conducive
to
pure
reason
,
than
the
atmosphere
of
money
.
The
arrival
time
had
been
staggered
for
between
nine-thirty
to
ten
A.
M.
Don
Corleone
,
in
a
sense
the
host
since
he
had
initiated
the
peace
talks
,
had
been
the
first
to
arrive
;
one
of
his
many
virtues
was
punctuality
.
The
next
to
arrive
was
Carlo
Tramonti
,
who
had
made
the
southern
part
of
the
United
States
his
territory
.
He
was
an
impressively
handsome
middle-aged
man
,
tall
for
a
Sicilian
,
with
a
very
deep
sunburn
,
exquisitely
tailored
and
barbered
.
He
did
not
look
Italian
,
he
looked
more
like
one
of
those
pictures
in
the
magazines
of
millionaire
fishermen
lolling
on
their
yachts
.
The
Tramonti
Family
earned
its
livelihood
from
gambling
,
and
no
one
meeting
their
Don
would
ever
guess
with
what
ferocity
he
had
won
his
empire
.
Emigrating
from
Sicily
as
a
small
boy
,
he
had
settled
in
Florida
and
grown
to
manhood
there
,
employed
by
the
American
syndicate
of
Southern
small-town
politicians
who
controlled
gambling
.
These
were
very
tough
men
backed
up
by
very
tough
police
officials
and
they
never
suspected
that
they
could
be
overthrown
by
such
a
greenhorn
immigrant
.
They
were
unprepared
for
his
ferocity
and
could
not
match
it
simply
because
the
rewards
being
fought
over
were
not
,
to
their
minds
,
worth
so
much
bloodshed
.
Tramonti
won
over
the
police
with
bigger
shares
of
the
gross
;
he
exterminated
those
redneck
hooligans
who
ran
their
operation
with
such
a
complete
lack
of
imagination
.
It
was
Tramonti
who
opened
ties
with
Cuba
and
the
Batista
regime
and
eventually
poured
money
into
the
pleasure
resorts
of
Havana
gambling
houses
,
whorehouses
,
to
lure
gamblers
from
the
American
mainland
.
Tramonti
was
now
a
millionaire
many
times
over
and
owned
one
of
the
most
luxurious
hotels
in
Miami
Beach
.
When
he
came
into
the
conference
room
followed
by
his
aide
,
an
equally
sunburned
Consigliere
,
Tramonti
embraced
Don
Corleone
,
made
a
face
of
sympathy
to
show
he
sorrowed
for
the
dead
son
.
Other
Dons
were
arriving
.
They
all
knew
each
other
,
they
had
met
over
the
years
,
either
socially
or
when
in
the
pursuit
of
their
businesses
.
They
had
always
showed
each
other
professional
courtesies
and
in
their
younger
,
leaner
days
had
done
each
other
little
services
.
The
second
Don
to
arrive
was
Joseph
Zaluchi
from
Detroit
.
The
Zaluchi
Family
,
under
appropriate
disguises
and
covers
,
owned
one
of
the
horse-racing
tracks
in
the
Detroit
area
.
They
also
owned
a
good
part
of
the
gambling
.
Zaluchi
was
a
moon-faced
,
amiable-looking
man
who
lived
in
a
one-hundred-thousand-dollar
house
in
the
fashionable
Grosse
Pointe
section
of
Detroit
.
One
of
his
sons
had
married
into
an
old
,
well-known
American
family
.
Zaluchi
,
like
Don
Corleone
,
was
sophisticated
.
Detroit
had
the
lowest
incidence
of
physical
violence
of
any
of
the
cities
controlled
by
the
Families
;
there
had
been
only
two
execution
in
the
last
three
years
in
that
city
.
He
disapproved
of
traffic
in
drugs
.
