"You're not going anywhere, not yet. You," He motioned to Jeffery, "Quiet." He looked over his shoulder at the woman, before returning to looking at the man. "The other foot, if you don't mind." He didn't want trouble with the others, as he didn't want to become the publics enemy. The others in the room either thought he was insane, or stupid, but if there was evidence, that was where it would be. If the man made a move to run, Clarence would fire his gun and hopefully hit. Comstock and his partners wouldn't be happy if this was the Dreaded Crow and he escaped. He shifted uncomfortably, beginning to doubt his actions. Why were these people meeting? He liked the woman's spunk, but he was afraid that, excluding the suspect himself, she was the most likely to attack. Then again, he knew nothing about her. He felt the overcoat blow lightly, a draft coming from somewhere. This was the deciding moment. Would the man cooperate, attack, run? Clarence's mind began to run through every possibility, or as many as he could, trying to ready himself for anything.