"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.