Before Stella could speak he was gone. With a scowl on her beautiful brow, she called Maggie:
“Tell Mr. Steve Hoyle I wish to see him here immediately.”
CHAPTER XIII—FOR LOVE’S SAKE
STEVE’S response to Stella’s call was prompt.
He entered the library with heavy, firm step, a flush of triumph on his sleek handsome animal face.
“He has betrayed the Klan to you?” he asked with eagerness.
“Sit down,” she responded coolly, an accent of resentment rising in her voice. “Before I answer that important question, I’ve something I wish to ask you.”
“Anything you like,” he answered suavely. “And I want the truth,” she continued, with increasing emphasis.