"Gives you a chill just to think of it, doesn't it ?" he said.

"I suppose Moxlow believes there's the making of a pretty strong case against him; eh, Marsh ?" "I don't know; I can't tell what he thinks," said Langham briefly.
"But in North's place, back there in the jail in one of those brand-new iron cages over the yard, how would you feel?
That's what I want to know!" Langham met his glance for an instant and then his eyes fell.

He sensed the insinuation that was back of Gilmore's words.
"Can't you put yourself in his place, with the evidence, such as it is, all setting against you ?" "I'm due at the office," said the lawyer suddenly.
Gilmore took his arm.
"If North didn't kill McBride, who did ?" he persisted.
"Why do you ask me such questions ?" demanded Langham resentfully.
"My lord--can't we consider the matter ?" asked the gambler laughing.
"What's the use?
Here, I've got to go to the office, Andy--" and he sought to release himself, but Gilmore retained his hold.
"I suppose you are going to see North ?" he asked.
Langham came to a sudden stop.
"What's that ?" he asked hoarsely.
"You have been his intimate for years; surely you are too good a friend to turn your back on him now!" "If he wants me, he'll send for me!" muttered Langham.
"Do you mean you aren't _going_ to him, Marsh ?" asked the gambler with well simulated astonishment.
"He knows where I'm to be found," said Langham, striding forward again, "and, damn it, this is no concern of yours!" "Well, by thunder!" ejaculated Gilmore.
"I don't need any points from you, Andy!" said Langham, with a sullen sidelong glance at his companion.
They had crossed the Square, and Langham now halted at the curb.
"Good-by, Andy!" he said, and shook himself free of the other's detaining hand.
"Hold on a minute, Marsh!" objected Gilmore.
"Well, what is it, can't you see I am in a hurry ?" "Oh, nothing here, Marsh--" and striding forward, Gilmore disappeared in the building before which they had paused.
For an instant Langham hesitated, and then he followed the gambler.
A step or two in advance of him, Gilmore mounted the stairs, and passing down the hall entered Langham's office.

Langham followed him into the room; he closed the door, and without a glance at Gilmore removed his hat and overcoat and hung them up on a nail back of the door; the gambler meanwhile had drawn an easy chair toward the open grate at the far end of the room, before which he now established himself with apparent satisfaction.
"I suppose the finding of the coroner's jury doesn't amount to much," he presently said but without looking in Langham's direction.
The lawyer did not answer him.

He crossed to his desk which filled the space between the two windows overlooking the Square.
"You're damn social!" snarled Gilmore over his shoulder.
"I told you I was busy," said Langham, and he began to finger the papers on his desk.
Gilmore swung around in his chair and faced him.
"So you won't see him--North, I mean ?" he queried.