I am going West for a bit, and after I am gone I want you to sell the stuff in my rooms for me; have an auction and get rid of every stick of the fool truck!" "Why, what's wrong?
Going away--when ?" "At once, to-morrow--to-night maybe.

I don't know quite when, but very soon.

I want you to get rid of all my stuff, do you understand?
Before long I'll write you my address and you can send me whatever it brings.

I expect I'll need the money--" "Why, you're crazy, man!" cried Langham.
North moved impatiently.

He had not come to discuss the merit of his plans.
"On the contrary I am having my first gleam of reason," he said briefly.
"Of course you know best, Jack," acquiesced Langham after a moment's silence.
"You'll do what I ask of you, Marsh ?" "Oh, hang it, yes." He hesitated for an instant and then said 'frankly.
"You know I'm rather in your debt; I don't suppose five hundred dollars would square what I have had from you first and last." "I hope you won't mention it! Whenever it is quite convenient, that will be soon enough." "Thank you, Jack!" said Langham gratefully.