I tell you, gentlemen, his position was a ticklish one." It was the coroner who spoke.
"It would seem a very desirable thing to communicate with North," suggested Moxlow.
"I guess you are right; yes, I guess we had better try and find Mr.
North," said the coroner.

"Suppose you go after him, Mr.Conklin.

Don't send--go yourself," he added.
Again Langham dragged himself forward; the coils of this hideous thing seemed to be tightening themselves about John North.

Langham's face still bore traces of his recent debauch, and during the last few minutes a look of horror had slowly gathered in his bloodshot eyes.

He now studiously avoided Gilmore's glance, though he was painfully aware of his presence.