"But I could jail him too. Suppose I keep you. I can get someone to identify you. Then I can arrest your man—and discover this assassin from him."
"You can't," she declared. "Not before the meeting. There isn't time. And anyway, I swear, before God, no-one knows me in Discovery."
"There's isn't time," he thought. "That's true."
"Well," he asked her, "what do you propose to do, when you leave here?"
"I'm going to clear out—to Prospect—leave this damn country—go home—right now."
"Right now, eh?" he repeated.
'I'll have you followed when you leave here and trace you to that precious man of yours,' had been his thought. But if she fled at once from Discovery, to follow her would be futile.
"Your man will follow and kill you just the same. He'll easily trace you and catch you up."
"I must chance that," she said desperately.
He saw that she was really resolved on immediate flight.