"I forget nothing! I know how I have suffered, how my father and others have suffered. But I am not sure that retribution will not visit Sidney Prale even if we keep our hands off."
"You're a woman; that is why!" the masked man accused. "You have a soft heart, as is right and proper in a woman. But when you remember your father——"
"I am not quitting!" she declared. "I will continue the game. But I will not permit violence toward anybody, least of all to a poor fellow who has nothing to do with the affair except that he is working for Sidney Prale. We can accomplish our aims without becoming thugs and breaking laws ourselves. I understood that we always were to keep inside the law."
"Well, what have you to suggest?" the masked man asked.
"Let Prale's valet go, for he can do us no harm. Prale knows that I am against him, but he can make no move unless we break the law and his detective has us apprehended. We play into Sidney Prale's hands if we do that. Can't you see it? We do not want to give him an advantage, do we? If we use violence or break a law, we do just that. We must break him down cleverly."
"I see that point, all right."
"I am astonished that you did not see it before. You appear to be very vindictive lately, yet you did not suffer as some others suffered."
"I have my reasons. I always have hated Sidney Prale."
"Then you are making this fight for personal reasons?"
"Do not forget that some very good friends of mine suffered because of Prale. But, about the valet——"