“Of course, how can you doubt that I was happy! I’ll tell you all my thoughts to-morrow night.”
“Shall we go on horseback?”
“Yes, but I wish to go alone; I’ll meet you there at dusk,” she replied with another strange laugh, waving her hand as he mounted his horse and galloped away.
She closed the door and with quick nervous step, crossed the hall and passed into the library, confronting Ackerman.
“John Graham is the Chief of the Ku Klux Klan—he has confessed to me!” she whispered excitedly. “I have arranged everything for his arrest day after to-morrow evening at their secret meeting place.”
“Then our work is complete,” he said with a ring of triumph.
“And his execution is a certainty?”
“I haven’t the remotest idea that Graham himself can ever be convicted of the murder of Judge Butler—but your discovery is of tremendous importance.”
“He—cannot—be—convicted!” Stella gasped.
“No, but the Invisible Empire will be in ruins in forty-eight hours,” he replied, seizing his hat. “Excuse me now, I have work of the gravest importance to-night. Thanks for the promptness with which you have kept your promise.”