The people who had just been celebrating sat quietly on both sides of the room, looking at their leader.
Roxton said respectfully:
"Mr. Eulalia, we found Hewitt's niece, Hela, in Eastwood with another student who is a worshipper—Abbas, and negotiated with her."
Mr. Eulalia crossed his white glove-wearing hands, his elbows steadily placed on the table, and looked at them with calm, natural eyes:
"Niece, is it a child?"
Roxton said:
"She looks about eleven or twelve years old."
Eulalia asked:
"You didn't frighten the girl, did you?"
Roxton clarified:
"Of course not, but after Richard and I left, Abbas deceived us and went back to the little girl."
Click.
Eulalia tapped the table lightly with her finger.
Knowing that Mr. Eulalia was displeased, Roxton hastily explained:
"Fortunately, Abbas didn't do anything excessive before being knocked out."
Eulalia emphasized:
