“The only men whom I have met have been those who carried me away out of the house, and those who are here, the Indians and a terrible negro.”
“But about this man in red,” Sard said, “I know him only as Father Garsinton; he seems to be the head of the business; but what is his aim?”
“He worships evil,” she said.
“Yes, but what does he hope to gain by all this?”
“To increase the power of evil in the world.”
“But he is not young,” Sard objected. “He is grown up; he is even elderly.”
“He is a devil,” she said.
“I have heard of boys in cities thinking these thoughts,” Sard said, “but never grown men. And why does he single out you?”
“He has always wanted me,” she said. “He always said that he would have me. He told me years ago that to-night should be the night: now it is. And now he has killed my brother.”
He heard her weeping and saw tears running down her steady face.