Out of the shadows that they coined came a vision of Evelyn Langham.

And again for the hundredth time, North was torn between the belief that she, by her testimony, might save him and the unconquerable determination to keep from Elizabeth Herbert the knowledge of his affair with Langham's wife.

Better end his worthless existence than touch her fair life with this scandal.

But of what was Evelyn Langham thinking during the days of his trial?
What if she should voluntarily break her silence! Should he not send for her--there was a sound at his door.
North started to his feet only to see the fat round face of the deputy sheriff as he came bringing the morning's hot coffee and thick buttered bread.
The town bell was ringing for nine o'clock when the deputy sheriff again appeared to escort him into court, and as they entered the room North saw that it was packed to the doors.

His appearance won a moment of oppressive silence, then came the shuffling of feet and the hum of whispered conversation.
At the back of the room sat Marshall Langham.