"Did you say you thought you hit him?" he asked nervously, seeking some source of comfort and assurance.
"As I live, I hit him," Anderson promised him. "Else I would have discovered him in the act of swimming. He is in the bottom of the river."
"That's good, damn him. Oh! If it were but Reed himself! He haunts me."
"He would not haunt you did you but remove yourself from here," volunteered Peggy.
"I know it. I know it," he repeated. "But how can I?"
"I suggested one avenue to you," proposed Anderson.
"Which?"
He awaited the answer.
"Via England."