u can tell me anything, I would always understand--always, dear.
Prove to me that our love is everything; take me back into your
confidence!"

"No," he gasped hoarsely. "I can't tell you--you'd hate me if I did;
you'd never forget--you couldn't!"

She turned her eyes on him in breathless inquiry.

"I would--I promise you now! Marsh, I promise you, can't you believe--?"

He shook his head and gazed somberly into her eyes. She rested her cheek
against the back of his hand where it lay on the arm of his chair. There
was a long silence.

"But what is it, Marsh? What has happened?"

"Nothing's happened," he said at last. "I'm a bit worried, that's all,
about myself--my debts--my extravagance; isn't that enough to upset me?
Every one's crowding me!"

There was another long pause. Evelyn sighed softly; she felt that they
were coming back too swiftly to the every-day concerns of life.

"I'm worried, too, about North!" Langham said presently.

"About North--what about North?"

"They are going to bring him back; didn't you know he had gone West? He
went last night."

"But _who_ is going to bring him back?"

"They want him as a witness in the McBride case. They--Moxlow, that
is--seems to think he knows something that may be of importance. He's a
crazy fool, with his notions!"

"But North--" Evelyn began.

"It may make a lot of trouble for him. They are going to bring him back
as a witness, and unless he gives a pretty good account of himself,
Moxlow's scheme is to try and hold him--"

"What do you mean by a good account of himself?"

"He'll, have to be able to tell just where he was between half past five
and six o'clock last night; that's when the murder was committed,
according to Taylor."

"Do you mean he's suspected, Marsh? But he couldn't have done it!" she
cried.

"How do you know?" he asked quickly.

"Why, I was there--"

"Where?"

"With him--"

"Here--was he here?" A great load seemed lifted from him.

She was silent.

"He was here between five and six?

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