He's probably at his boarding-house." He spoke with painful effort, and the doctor glanced uncertainly at Evelyn, who by a slight inclination of the head indicated that she wished her husband's request complied with.

Taylor quitted the room.
"Why do you wish to see Moxlow ?" Evelyn asked the moment they were alone.
"I want him here; I may wish to tell him something--and I may not, it all depends," he said slowly, as his heavy lids closed over his tired eyes.
It was daylight without, and there was the occasional sound of wheels in the street.

Evelyn realized with a sudden sense of shock that unless Marshall's bloodless lips opened to tell his secret, but a few hours of life remained to John North.
A struggle was going on within her, it was a struggle that had never ceased from the instant she first entered the room.

One moment she found she could pray that Marshall might speak; and the next terror shook her lest he would, and declare North's innocence and his own guilt.

She slipped from his bedside and stealing to the window parted the long curtains with trembling hands.