“Certainly—that’s plain English. When are you going?” 272
“To-morrow morning.”
“Why this suddenness?”
“To get away quickly—to escape.”
“From Elaine?”
Croyden nodded.
Macloud smiled.
“He is coming to it, at last,” he thought. What he said was:—“You’re not going to be put to flight by a woman?”
“I am.—If I stay here I shall lose.”
“You mean?”