given physical expression."

"Marsh," said North soberly, "I am going away."

"You are going to do what, Jack?" demanded the lawyer.

"I am going to leave Mount Hope. 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.