The girl assented. "She's only a kid. I know what I am all right; but she's only a kid, an' she's straight; she's always been straight. You won't have no trouble. They're always scared of anybody like you. You'll do it, won't you?" She leaned toward him. "You ain't afraid?"
The infamy burned him.
"Afraid?" he said slowly. "No, I'm not afraid." He rang the bell.
The girl wrung her hands.
"You're good. You're awful good. Mamie'll owe just everything to you."
"Who will?" asked Luke.
"Mamie. That's my sister's name. She'll——"
"I see," said Luke.
The door opened. A negro servant stood in the darkened hallway before them. Luke and the girl stepped inside.
"Wait a minute," said Luke quietly.