“I have no money. I cannot go. I will not be driven away by him.”
“You do not want that creature to spill your life in the dust of Chicago! You do not want to commit murder! That part of the subject is settled. Where then will you go? You must have thought of this necessity as certain.”
“I have. I will say I am going to Kansas City, and go a little way in that direction—then cross to a line by which I can reach Cairo, and at Cairo take a boat down the Mississippi to some southern town. There I will wait for you, and we will go forward to Texas.”
“Wait at Memphis,” I said.
“Why Memphis?”
“I do not know, Robert. The word came inadvertently to my lips. It is therefore a word from Intelligence beyond mine. Say Memphis, Robert.”
“Very well.”
“Go tomorrow night,” I urged, “at the latest.”
“I will try. I must see Peter Grey in the morning, and leave my affairs with him.”
“Do you trust him?”