"How did you get this?"
"Myself, personally, from the Chief of the Police."
"Why did you run the mad risk of going to him yourself?"
"There was no risk—not so much in going to him as in keeping away from him. He had tried to have me murdered, and I went to find out the reason."
"I told you I would not leave."
"Unless—and the condition now applies—it was necessary for my safety."
"And you?" The light of fear was in her eyes as she asked this.
"As soon as you are across the frontier I shall make a dash for my liberty also. I can't go before, because my absence would certainly bring you under suspicion."
She looked at me again very intently, her head bent slightly forward and her lips parted with the strain of a new thought; while suspicion of my motive chased the fear for my safety from her face.
"Is this to get me out of the way? I won't go!"