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The judge resumed his chair. "What did you mean?" he asked. "What's the use of throwing Moxlow off on a fresh scent?" "That's a very remarkable point of view!" said the judge, with a mirthless laugh. In the utter selfishness that his fear had engendered, it seemed a monstrous thing to Langham that any one should wish to clear North, in whose conviction lay his own salvation.
"I should say that this is a marginal fragment of a Gas Company bond," said the banker slowly. "Indeed there can be no doubt on the point. The paper is the same, and these lines in red ink are a part of the decoration that surrounds the printed matter. No, there is no doubt in my mind as to what this paper is." "What part of the bond is it?" asked Moxlow.
"That will do, Mr. Langham. Thank you," said Moxlow at last. North felt sure he would be the next witness, and he was not mistaken. Moxlow's examination, however, was along lines quite different from those he had anticipated.
If Moxlow had the brains he credited him with, North would be convicted, the law satisfied, and his case cease to be of vital interest to any one. Then of a sudden his fears would go from him, he would be born afresh into a heritage of new hopes and new aspirations! He had suffered to the very limit of his capacity; there was such a thing as expiation, and surely he had expiated his crime.
He carried up the coal, Moxlow suggested? Yes. He carried out the ashes? Again yes. Moxlow paused for a moment. Was he the only person who ever carried out the ashes? Yes. What did he do with the ashes? He emptied them into a barrel that stood in the yard back of the building. And what became of them then? Whenever necessary, the barrel was carted away and emptied.
"To get square with you, Marsh, will be worth something, and frankly, I ain't sure that I ever expected to see any of that money, but as long as you stood my friend I was disposed to be easy on you." "I am still your friend." "Just about so-so, but you won't keep Moxlow " "I can't!" "Then I can't see where your friendship comes in." Gilmore quitted his chair. "Wait, Andy!" said Langham hastily.
Doctor Taylor the coroner was seated before the desk; aside from this official Colonel Harbison, Andy Gilmore, Shrimplin, Moxlow, Mr. Allison, the mayor, Conklin, the sheriff, and two policemen were present. "Thank you, that is all, Mr. Gilmore," the coroner had said as Langham entered the room.
"Boss, I was in White's woodshed," answered Montgomery. "Tell the jury what you saw," said Moxlow. "Well, I seen a good deal," evaded the handy-man, shaking his great head. "Go on!" urged Moxlow impatiently. "It was this way," said Joe.
As he spoke, Moxlow turned to the sheriff. "You get ready to start West, Mr. Conklin. And don't let there be any hitch about it, either." Marshall Langham paused on the court-house steps; he was shaking as with an ague.
"He had on a derby hat and a dark overcoat," answered Montgomery after a moment's pause. He was speaking for Gilmore now, and his grimy lists closed convulsively about the arms of his chair. "Did you see his face?" asked Moxlow. "Yes " the monosyllable was spoken unwillingly, but with a kind of dogged resolution. "Was it a face you knew?"
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