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The others stood awkwardly looking on. Bly wanting to say something, but unable to think of an appropriate phrase; Evors more cool and collected; and Clapstone red and ashamed and longing to be anywhere but in the presence of the man he had helped to injure. For the moment, however, Clapstone was thinking entirely of himself. He was wondering what this new development would mean to him personally, and whether, in the face of it, Evors would go back upon his promise to see him safely on the Welsh coast. Once there he would know what to do; but if this boon were not granted him, then assuredly before many hours were over he would be in the hands of the police.
Ellen turned upon him with flashing eyes. "You knew all about this!" she cried.