The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-01-15

ha!l. For q moment North stood star.
ing after her, and then he closed the
door
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CHAPTER ~.
Strange Bedfellows.
When North quilted Marshall
Langham's office, Gilmore. after a
brief instant OF irresolution, stepped
into the room. He was crudely
handsome. powerfully-built man OF
about Langham's own age, swarthy-
faced and with ruthless lips showing
red under a black waxed mustache.
His hat was Inclined at n Sporty
angle and the cigar which he held
firmly between his strong even teeth
was tilted In the same direction, inn
parting a rakish touch 10 Mr.. Gil
more's otherwise sturdy and aggres-
sive presence.
"Howdy. Marsh" said his new
conner easily.
From his seat before his desk
Langham scowled across at him.
What the devil brings you here,
| Andy" he asked. ungraciously
| enough.
Gilmore buried his hands deep in
| his trousers pockets and with one
| eye half closed surveyed the lawyer
| over the tip OF his tilted cigar.
You're civil cuss. Marsh" he
! said lightly. but one wouldn't al
ways know II. Amt client. amt
j a friend, and damn IL all. man.
! amt | creditor? There are three
| excuses. any .one OF which is sufil-
cient TO bring me into your esteemed
presence"
I'VE may as we'll omit the first
'growled Langham. wheeling his
chair back from the desk and facing
Gilmore.
"'why?' asked Gilmore. lazily
tolerant OF the. others mood.
Because there is nothing more
that ! can do for you said Lang
ham shortly.
''oh. yes there is, Marsh, there's
whole lot more you can do for
me- There's Moxlow, the distin-
guished prosecuting attorney; with
out you TO talk sense 10 him he's
liable TO listen TO all sorts OF queer
people who take more interest in
my affairs than is good for them;
but as long as he's got you at his
elbow he won't forget my little
stake in his election
IF you wish him not TO forget IL.
you'd better not be so particular In
reminding him OF It: he'll get sick
OF you and your concerns retorted
I Langham.
Gilmore laughed.
81 Amt going 10 remind him Of
| IL: what have / got you for. Marsh?
It's your job" He took a step nearer
Langham while his black brows met
in a sullen frown. II know | amt
popular here in Mount Hope, i
know theEe-aF plenty OF people
who'd ike to see me run out or
town; but I'm no gutter, they'll
find. IL suits me to stay here, and
they can't touch me II Moxlow won't
have it. That's your job. that's
what / hire you for. Marsh you re
Moxlow's partner, you're your fatn-
ers' son, it's up TO you to see / AIM
interferred with. Don't tell me you
can't do anything more for me.
won't have IT,"
Langham's face was red. and his
eyes blazed angrily, but Gilmore met
hts glance with a look or stern IN
sistence that could not be misunder-
stood.
81 have done what l could for
YOU" the lawyer said at last, chok-
ing down his rage.
"Oh, go way! You know you
haven't hurt yourself" said Gilmore
insolently.
well. then. why do you come
! here?" demanded Langham.
Same old business, Marsh. ne
! lounged across the room and dropped
/ yawning, into a chair near the WIN
dow.
! There was silence between them
for a little space Langham fused
with the papers on his desk. While
Gilmore squinted at him over the
end OF his cigar.
Same old business, Marsh!" Gil
more repeated lazily What's the
enemy up TO anyhow? Are the good
people of Mount Hope worrying
Moxlow? Is their sleepless activity
going TO interfere with my sleepless
profession, ehT Can you answer me
that?"
''Moxlow has cut the Office OF
late" said Langham briefly.
Hes happened on a good thing
in the prosecuting attorneys ofhce.
| suppose? It's pity you didn't
strike out for that, Marsh; you'd
have been OF some use 70 your
friends II you'd got the Job
"Not necessarily" said Langham
"well. when's Moxlow going after
me?" inquired Gilmore
81 haven't heard him say he
told me he had sufficient evidence
for your indictment.
Yves, Of course, agreed Gilmor'
. placidly - a..
81 guess yours Is a case Tor TN
next grand jury
$50 Moxlow's In earnest aoou
wishing 10 make trouble LOT me