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"As you like," Ward growled. "I have no quarrel with you, Mr. John. You are welcome to say what you please. I didn't run away because I thought there would be trouble over yonder, and being the cause of the mischief I am willing to face my responsibility. I was a fool, that's what I was! A headstrong fool! But I had come many miles to see the performance, and I don't mind confessing I was bitterly disappointed. I lost my head and you know what the consequence was. I suppose I shall have to hang about for a week or two and very likely the end of it will be six months for my pains."
"I don't think so," Lethbridge said. "What my friend Inspector Wilkinson has to say will have considerable influence with Mr. Barker. I think we have convinced Barker that you could not have been actuated by a criminal motive, at any rate, he feels you did your best to make amends.