Evelyn faced him, meeting his wild glance with unshaken composure. The clenched hand fell at his side.
"My God, I ought to kill you!" he muttered.
She made him no answer, but kept her eyes fixed steadily on his face.
"You were with North!" Langham repeated.
"Well, since you wish me to say it, I was with John North, but what of that?"
"In his rooms—" he jerked out.
"No,—now you are asking too much of me!"
"I have proof,—proof, that you went to his rooms that day!" he stormed.
"I did nothing of the sort, and I am not going to quarrel with you while you are drunk!"
Drunk he was, but not as she understood drunkenness. In the terrible extremity to which his crime had brought him he was having recourse to drugs.