"I think we'd better wire North's description to the Chicago police; I
see no other way to reach him." As he spoke, Moxlow turned to the
sheriff. "You get ready to start West, Mr. Conklin. And don't let there
be any hitch about it, either."




CHAPTER TEN

HUSBAND AND WIFE


Marshall Langham paused on the court-house steps; he was shaking as with
an ague. He passed a tremulous hand again and again across his eyes, as
though to shut out something, a memory--a fantasy he wanted to forget;
but he well knew that at no time could he forget. Gilmore, coming from
the building, stepped to his side.

"Well, Marsh, what do you think?" he said.

"What do I think?" the lawyer, repeated dully.

"Doesn't it seem to you that Jack North has been rather unlucky in his
movements?"

"Oh, they make me tired!" cried Langham, with sudden passion.

Gilmore stared at him, coldly critical. The lawyer moved away.