He made a gesture. “Oh, that’s no good! Look here, mother, will you look after things over there for me? That’s all I’ve come in to say. Will you see to everything and will you take the kid? I can’t stop.”
He made to go.
“Huggo, of course I will. But you’ll be there? Are you going there now?”
“I’m not. I’m going away.”
“Going away?”
His hand was on the door. “Yes, going away. Look here, there’s another thing. If any one comes here for me will you say you haven’t seen me? It’s important. It’s vital.”
“Huggo, what is the matter?”
“You’ll jolly soon know. You may as well know now. Then you’ll realise. If you want to know—the police are after me.”
He was gone.