that had been the scene of the recent tragedy. People on the street
paused when they had passed and turned to stare after him, but North was
unaware of this, as he was unaware that his name had come to be the one
most frequently mentioned in connection with the McBride murder.
Suddenly he quickened his step; just ahead of him was Marshall Langham.

"Hello, Marsh!" he said, and stepped eagerly forward with extended hand.

The lawyer paused irresolutely and turned on him a bloated face, but
there was no welcome in the sullen glance.

"Marsh--"

Langham's lips twitched and an angry murmur came from them, but the
words were indistinct.

"What's wrong?" asked North, falling back a step in astonishment.

"Yes, what's wrong!" said Langham in a hoarse whisper. "Hell! You have
nerve to stick out your hand to me--you have bigger nerve to ask me
that,--get out of my way!" and he pushed past North and strode down the
street without a single backward glance.




CHAPTER TWELVE

JOE TELLS HIS STORY