He kept his eyes on Scarfe, to whom he had addressed his last question, and said-- "You won't believe me.

I didn't mean it." "Don't tell lies," said Scarfe, "you did--coward!" Jeffreys turned on his heel with what sounded like a sigh.

The fury of his companions, which had more than once been on the point of breaking loose in the course of the short conference, vented itself in a howl as the door closed behind him.

And yet, some said to themselves, would a murderer have stood and faced them all as he had done?
The long night passed anxiously and sleeplessly for most of the inhabitants of Bolsover.

The event of the day had awed them into something like a common feeling.