"What's the matter with Moxlow, anyhow?" the general demanded.

He glanced sharply into North's face. He saw that the young fellow was
rather pale, but otherwise his appearance was unchanged.

"All the evidence seems to point my way," said North, and added a trifle
nervously: "I don't understand it--it isn't clear to me by any means! It
came so suddenly, and I was totally unprepared to meet the situation. I
had talked to Moxlow in the morning, but he had let drop nothing that
led me to suppose I was under suspicion. Of course I am not afraid. I
know that it will come out all right in the end--"

"Do you want anything, North? Is there anything I can do for you?" asked
General Herbert almost roughly.

"Thank you, but apparently there is nothing that any one can do just
now," said North quietly.

The color was creeping back into his face.

"Well, we can't sit idle! Look here, you tried for bail, I understand?"

"Yes, but it has been refused."

"Do you know when the grand jury sits?"

"Next week. Of course my hope is that it won't go beyond that; I don't
see how it can!"

"Why didn't you send for me at once?" asked the older man with