He was due to meet Borkins that night and discuss the possibilities of
being taken on to work at the electrical factory. Something might come
out of that--something _must_ come of that. It was impossible that the
thing should be left as it was, and an innocent boy--he was certain of
Merriton's innocence, in spite of the evidence against him--should be
hanged.
As he stepped out into the growing twilight Cleek touched Mr. Narkom on
the arm and then ran over to the van into which the prisoner was
stepping, his guardians of the law upon either side of him, his face
white, his shoulders bowed. 'Toinette stood a few steps distant, the
tears chasing themselves down her face and the sobs drowning her broken
words of comfort to him. He seemed barely to notice her, but at sight of
Cleek he flung himself round, and gave a harsh laugh.
"And a damn lot of good _you've_ done me, for all your fine reputation!"
he said sneeringly, his face reddening. "God! that there should be such
fools allowed to hold the law in their hands! You've made a mistake this
time, Mr.
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