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He understood to the full the dreadful hazard of the next few moments. With never a glance to the right or to the left, he crossed the room and took his seat; as he settled himself in his chair, Belknap hurried into court. Judge Langham had not yet appeared, and the crowd focused its attention on the shut door leading into his private office.
The new-comer halted when he was abreast of wild Bill, and stared first at the cart and then at Shrimplin. "Is anything the matter?" he asked. It was Watt Harbison. "Young Mr. Langham has fell off the high iron bridge," said the little lamplighter, with a dignity that more than covered his lapse from grammar. "Why are you badly hurt, Marsh?" cried Watt going close to the cart.
While Catherine and Elsmere escorted Mrs. Darcy to the gate she turned to go in, her head thrown back stag-like, her cheek still burning. Why should it be always open to the old to annoy the young with impunity? Langham watched her mount the first step or two; his eye travelled up the slim figure so instinct with pride and will and something in him suddenly gave way.
"If you boys mean to go to town to-night, you'd better be moving," he said. The two men rose together and bowed silently to their guest. "I should like if Mr. Langham would remain a moment with us," said Mendoza, politely. "I understand that it is his father who controls the stock of the company. If we discuss any arrangement it might be well if he were here."
Langham! and he turned passionately on his companion, 'what defence can be found for a man who lives in a place like Murewell Hall, and can take money from human beings for the use of a sty like that? 'Gently, my friend. Probably the squire, being the sort of recluse he is, has never seen the place, or, at any rate, not for years, and knows nothing about it! 'More shame for him!
"Where am I to get such a sum in that time? You know I can't do it!" "Don't ask me, but turn to and get it, Marsh. That's your only hope." "By the first of the year perhaps," urged Langham. "No, get rid of the notion that I am going to let up on you, for I ain't! I'm going to squat on your trail until the money's in my hand; otherwise I know damn well I won't ever see a cent of it!
"I thought so too, but I did not believe that you would be likely to take me if you were told why I was leaving the Dook, as I have no doubt you would have been. "I mentioned this to the foreign valet, and he said he thought he knew a gentleman who would help me, and perhaps I had better go and see him first. By his direction, sir, I went to see a gentleman at the Langham Hotel in London, a Mr.
"Go on, boss!" cried Montgomery, in a fever of impatience. "Do you understand what I am telling you? John North did not kill McBride!" Langham spoke with painful effort. "Joe knows who did so do I so did my father he knew an innocent man had been convicted!" At mention of the judge, Moxlow started. He bent above Langham. "Marsh, if John North didn't kill McBride, who did?"
Langham mentions, either on the person of the dead man, or in the safe?" "No, the safe doors were standing open; as far as I am able to judge, the valuable part of its contents had been removed," replied the sheriff. "How about McBride himself?" "We found nothing in his pockets." "Of course, if he bought North's bonds, that would account for a part of the sum Mr.
Langham glanced out into the gloom, where swollen by the recent rains the stream splashed and whirled between its steep banks. "Yes, way up!" he answered. As he spoke he stepped close to Montgomery's side and raised his voice. "Stop a bit," said Joe halting. "I shan't need this now," and he drew the piece of gas-pipe from his trousers pocket.
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