HUSBAND AND WIFE Marshall Langham paused on the court-house steps; he was shaking as with an ague.

He passed a tremulous hand again and again across his eyes, as though to shut out something, a memory--a fantasy he wanted to forget; but he well knew that at no time could he forget.

Gilmore, coming from the building, stepped to his side.
"Well, Marsh, what do you think ?" he said.
"What do I think ?" the lawyer, repeated dully.
"Doesn't it seem to you that Jack North has been rather unlucky in his movements ?" "Oh, they make me tired!" cried Langham, with sudden passion.
Gilmore stared at him, coldly critical.

The lawyer moved away.
"Going to your office, Marsh ?" the gambler asked.
"No, I'm going home," Langham said shortly, and went down the steps into the street.
Home--until he could pull up and get control of himself, that was the best place for him! He turned into the Square, and from the Square into High Street, and ten minutes later paused before his own door.

After a brief instant of irresolution he entered the house.