"I think you are right," he said. "It's time to make an end of this. It's too dangerous."
"Yes," she said faintly. That at least was true....
He went on, rather quickly. She was not looking at him. She could not.
"Listen. To-morrow you'll have a wire from London. I'll see to it. I'm afraid we can't make it a cable; there isn't time. It will have to be from my lawyers, saying you are wanted in America on important business. My mother doesn't understand business. Anyhow, you'll be excited, and you needn't know what it means; so you can't explain."
"Yes," she said, in the same low voice. "To-morrow."
"We'll have to see about boats and things when we get up to town. And, of course, we'll have to make up a story. But once you're out of this country——"
Yes, once she was out of this country it would all be simple. She had only to disappear.
"What will you say of me?" she asked, with a sad quaintness. "Will you tell them that I am dead?"
He moved suddenly, checking himself.
"Oh, God knows!" he said. "It will take a lot of planning. You've forgotten the—other lady."