"You'd better take no chances."
Suddenly Rutton smote the table with his fist. "By Indur!" he swore strangely, his voice quavering with joy; "I had not thought of that!" He jumped up and began to move excitedly to and fro. "I am free! None but you and I know of the passing of the Token and the delivery of the message—none can possibly know for days, perhaps weeks. For so much time at least I am in no danger of—"
He shut his mouth like a trap on words that might have enlightened
Amber.
"Of what?"
"Let me see: there are still waste places in the world where a man may lose himself. There's Canada—the Hudson Bay region, Labrador…."
A discreet knock sounded on the door in the partition, and it was opened gently. Doggott appeared on the threshold, pale and careworn. Rutton paused, facing him.
"Well?"
"Any orders, sir?"
"Yes; begin packing up. We leave to-morrow."
"Very good, sir."