"Marsh, if you believe this—" she began.
"You're thinking of him!" he snarled.
"I am thinking of you, Marsh!"
"He threw you over for the Herbert girl!" he said with an evil ghastly smile. "Do you want to save him for her?"
"You don't need to tell all, Marsh—" she said eagerly.
"That's you!" and he laughed under his breath. "I can't imagine you advocating anything absolutely right! If I tell, I'll make a clean breast of it; if I don't I'll lie with my last breath!"
He was thinking of Joe Montgomery now, as he had thought of him many times since he drew himself up out of that merciless yellow flood into which the handy-man had flung him. Evelyn looked at him wonderingly. His virtues, as well as his vices, were things beyond her comprehension.
The door opened, and Moxlow came into the room. At sight of him, Langham's dull eyes grew brilliant.
"I thought you would never get here!" he said.
"This is too bad, Marsh!" said his law partner sympathizingly, as Evelyn yielded him her place and withdrew to the window again.