I guess Mrs.
Langham had been tipped off to this new deal--that's what brought her back to Mount Hope in such a hurry, and she went to his rooms to have it out with him and learn just where she stood.

I was in my bedroom and I could hear them talking through the partition.

It wasn't peaches and cream, for she was rowing all right!" "It's a lie!" cried Langham, and he strove to rise to his feet, but Gilmore's strong hand kept him in his chair.
"No, I don't lie, Marsh, you ought to know that by this time; but there's just one point you want to get through your head; with your wife's help North can prove an alibi.

He won't want to compromise her, or himself with the Herbert girl, for that matter; but how long do you think he's going to keep his mouth shut with the gallows staring him in the face?
I'm willing to go as far in this matter as the next, but you got to do your part and pay the price, or I'll throw you down so hard you'll never get over the jar!" His heavy jaws protruded.

"Now, I've a notion I want to know your wife.