Mystery fiction; Race relations -- Fiction; Southern States -- Fiction
"I warn you, then, to be careful; there is a limit to human endurance
and I have persistently ascribed to me the worst of motives in this
matter, but I have as much pride in my family as you in yours. There are
but few of us left. Will you concede that if there is danger, in her
opinion, that she will become the sister-in-law of this man, and that
she believed the information she has given to be true, will you concede
that her action is natural, if not wise, and that a little more
selfishness may after all be mixed in mine?" Gradually his meaning
dawned upon his hearer. For a second he was dumb. And all this was to be
public property!
"I think," said Royson, coolly opening the door, "it will be well for
you to confer with friends before you proceed, and perhaps leave to
others the task of righting the wrongs of strangers who have taken
advantage of your hospitality to offer the deadliest insult possible in
this southern country. It may not be well to arm this man with the fact
that you vouch for him; he may answer you in the future."
He drew back from the door suddenly, half in terror. A man, pale as
death itself, with hair curling down upon his shoulders, and eyes that
blazed under the face before him, whose eyes never for a moment left
his, broke the seal. Then he read aloud:
"Mr. Amos Royson, I inclose for your inspection a clipping from
an extra issue this day, and ask if you are the author of the
letter it contains. If you answer yes, I hereby demand of you
an unconditional retraction of and apology for the same, for
publication in the paper which contained the original. This
will be handed to you by my friend, Gerald Morgan.
"Edward Morgan."
Royson recovered himself with evident difficulty.
"This is not customary--he does not demand the name of my informant!" he
said.
"We do not care a fig, sir, for your informant. The insult rests in the
use you have made of a lie, and we propose to hold you responsible for
it!"
Gerald spoke the words like a sweet-voiced girl and returned the stare
of his opponent with insolent coolness. The colonel had paused, as he
perceived the completeness of the lawyer's entrapping. Amos could not
use his cousin's name before the public and the Montjoys were saved from
interference. He was cornered. The colonel passed out hurriedly with an
affectionate smile to Gerald, saying:
"Excuse me, gentlemen; these are matters which you will probably wish to
discuss in private. Mr. Royson, I had friends wiser than myself at work
upon this matter, and I did not know it."
CHAPTER XX.
IN THE HANDS OF THEIR FRIENDS.
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