The old images seem like a caricature now: the shadowy world of secret rituals, the aging dons behind high-walled estates, the passion for vengeance and power over other men. For years, the Mafia was the stuff of novels and movies and whispers on Mulberry Street.

Tall, bald, and pouch-eyed, with a velvet voice, a droll wit and the face of a cunning bloodhound a performer who made audiences twitter and roar with subtle ease.