“Anarchists,” she interrupted, in a cutting voice.
“Some time there must be justice and equality in the world—”
“And you have got rich by preaching lawlessness.”
“Eveley, do not talk like that. I—I lose my head—and I do not wish to frighten you. Sit quietly, and let me tell you. Peace can come only through warfare—and out of the death throes of an old world, a new world of peace will—”
“You are traitors.”
“Eveley, you know I was in the service, but there must be a union of the free men of the world against oppression—”
“Do not make stump speeches to me. I will not stand for it. Justice and freedom will come to the world, but not through lying and trickery and bloodshed. Justice must come through sympathy and love and comradeship.”
“It did not get you far with Marie, though, did it?”
“Certainly. That was my interest in her. Marie was working with us, doing what she could for us, for what we could do for her in Mexico. She is a regular traitor if you like, putting things over in great style, on you and Nolan and Ames—the whole bunch of you. She is a slick little devil. But I fell—because I loved you.”