'Not a word under any circumstances?'
'Certainly.'
'Well, it's 17, Place Saint-Étienne, Bruges, Belgium.'
'17, Place Saint-Étienne, Bruges. That's all right. I shan't forget. Look here, Louis, you'd better clear out of England. Go to America. Do you hear? I don't understand this about "ending it." You surely aren't thinking of—'
He felt quite magnanimous towards Ravengar. And he was aware that he could get to Bruges in six hours or so.
'That idea of yours about chloroform,' said the voice, 'and going into the vault, and being shut up there, is a very good one. Nobody would know, except the person whom one paid to shut the door after one.'
'I say, where are you?' Hugo asked curtly. He was at a loss how to treat these singular confidences.
'And so is that idea good about merely ending one incarnation and beginning another. That's much better than calling it death.'
'I shall ring you off,' said Hugo.
'Wait a moment,' said the voice, still patiently. 'If you should hear the name Callear—'