"Excuse my lack of hospitality, General Champion," he said; "I'd offer you a chair, but the hotel is crowded and we're short of chairs just now."
"Haven't you a chair or a bed in your cell?" he enquired, peering in. "It's an outrage. Bring two chairs here at once!" he thundered to the attendant.
"Mr. Graham," said the General cordially, "I've hastened to you as a friend. I wasa member of Congress with your uncle. We were warm personal friends. I've known several of your people, and always found them the salt of the earth."
"Thanks," John interrupted, a smile playing about the corners of his eyes.
"I wish to be of help to you if you will let me. It has long been known to the Department of Justice that you are the Chief of the Klan in North Carolina."
"I congratulate the Department of Justice on the attainment of such interesting knowledge," John broke in.
"Do you deny it?"
"I'm not discussing it."
"You must know, Mr. Graham, that the organisation is doomed, and that you are in an extremely dangerous position. I trust you realise this?"
"Quite warm last night, General!"
