“In God’s name why?” he pleaded.
“I know that you are a member of the Klan.”
“Upon my soul and honour I swear that I am not!”
“Have you either soul or honour?”
“I won’t quarrel with you, dear; you are overwrought and crushed by this tragedy. You don’t mean what you say.”
“I do mean it!” she fiercely cried.
“Then you’ll live to regret it,” he answered, recovering his composure. “I’ll do anything within human reason. You must not ask the impossible.”
“Then you will help me to find this man?”
“To the limit of my power.”
“Why say to the limit of my power? I hate a man who fences, squirms and lies when face to face with a test of his manhood! Will you help me find this man? Yes or no?”