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The dull, oppressive sense of failure had fallen from Clifford, and he was ready and eager for action again. It was good to be up and doing something, good to feel that he had not lost the confidence of his employers--at least, one of them. At the same time, it was not altogether pleasant to know that he had been used merely as a foil to mask the cleverness of his feminine colleague, and Clifford determined to show her that he was capable of better things. With this determination uppermost in his mind, he hurried home, threw his dress clothes together, and started for Cranborough Station, just in time to catch the next train up again. His feelings of astonishment may be imagined when he found Myra Rayne with Dawlish on the platform.
"Surely this is a very risky thing to do," he said, with a smile.