Marshall Langham glanced at Gilmore, who seemed deeply absorbed. The coroner fidgeted in his seat; dismay and unspeakable surprise were plainly stamped on Colonel Harbison's face; Moxlow appeared quite nonplussed by what his partner had last said.
"I was aware that he contemplated this trip West," said Langham quickly. "He had asked me to dispose of the contents of his rooms when he should be gone."
"Did he tell you where he was going, Marshall?" asked Moxlow.
Langham raised his bloodshot eyes.
"No; he seemed in some doubt as to his plans."
"For how long a time have you known of Mr. North's intention to leave Mount Hope?" asked Moxlow.
"Only since yesterday, but I have known for quite a while that he planned some radical move of this sort. I think he had grown rather tired of Mount Hope."
"Isn't it true that his money was about gone?" questioned Moxlow significantly.
"I know nothing of his private affairs," answered Langham hastily. "He has never seemed to lack money; he has always had it to spend freely."
"It would appear that Mr. North is our star witness; what do you think, gentlemen?" and Moxlow glanced from one to another of the little group that surrounded him.