“He struck another match and she masked its light from the window, staring with wide-set eyes at the hands of her watch.
“It’s half past nine. It’s too late!” she said hopelessly.
“Come, come, my darling, remember that I am by your side—nothing can harm you except the tongue of gossip, and you’ve shown your contempt for that. Sit down here again in the moonlight and let me tell you the story of my love.”
He led her back to the window and she sank tremblingly by his side.
“I’ve never had the chance to tell you,” he began, with low passionate tenderness, “what a wonderful thing your love has been in my life. The night I met you, I went to your house drunk, with murder in my heart, determined to use the lawless power I wielded to crush your father. I was about to leave with a threat to kill him on my lips. It was no idle threat then. I had entered the vault, pushed open its massive door, stepped inside and saw the way was open.”
“The night you came first, you entered alone the secret way?” she interrupted.
“Yes, I meant to use it if necessary.”
“But you never did! You never did!” she whispered.
“How could I, dearest! I saw your face that night for the first time, heard the low music of your voice, touched your hand, and I was a new man! Love, not hate, has ruled me since. I disbanded the Klan immediately and ordered my men never again to use its power.”
“Disbanded the Klan!” she repeated with choking surprise.