“You did everything you could for me,” said Stratton warmly; “and you must go on helping me still.”
“I will do anything if you will only trust me.”
“Trust you,” cried Stratton reproachfully. “There, we must act at once.”
“What do you propose doing?”
“Making sure that the man has no further opportunity of doing harm to anyone.”
“You will not hand the poor wretch over to the police?”
“No,” said Stratton sternly. “I cannot; he is her husband. That blow must not come from me. Either you or I must always be with him abroad.”
“Yes, it would be best. Beyond reach of doing harm. Where shall I take him?”
“We will take him across to France first,” said Stratton, emphasising the first word. “Let’s get him to Saint Malo, and then along the coast to some secluded fishing village, till we can think out a better plan.”
“Good; and when will you start?”