THE SHORE DIMLY SEEN
THE MEMBERS OF the Harris County delegation were discussing the needs at Pine Mountain Park when my telephone rang. Calls were supposed to be intercepted while I talked with the visitors, so I knew that my secretary, Grace Cannington, must think that the matter represented an emergency.
" John Trost is on the line," she said, betraying a little excitement. "He says it is important and wants to talk to you right now."
John Trost is agent-in-charge of the Federal Bureau of Investigation in Atlanta. I took the call.
"We have a man inside the Oakland City Klavern," the FBI agent began. "Last night the Klan had a meeting, and I thought you would be interested in what they decided." I waited.
"They proposed that each of five Klaverns select five men, and that the five Cyclops select five from this twenty-five, and send their names to the Grand Dragon, who would pick two of them to 'do a job on you.'"