“Mrs. Preston, do you know of any reason why you and your husband might be made the target of such cowardly action?” the newspaper man inquired.
“It must have been done because John wouldn’t join up with them.”
“Join some organization, you mean?”
“Yes, they kept warning him something like this would happen, but John wouldn’t have anything to do with ’em.”
“I don’t blame your husband,” said the editor, seeking to gather more information. “Tell me, what is the name of this disreputable organization? What is its purpose, and the names of the men who run it?”
“I don’t know any more about it than what I’ve told you,” Mrs. Preston replied, suddenly becoming close-lipped. “John never said much about it to me.”
“Are you afraid to tell what you know?” Mr. Parker asked abruptly.
“It doesn’t pay to do too much talking. You act real friendly and you did me a good turn saving my truck—but I don’t even know your name.”
“Anthony Parker, owner of the Riverview Star.”
The information was anything but reassuring to the woman.