“He didn't know.”
“Did he leave his things?”
“No. What little he had he took along.” Beveridge turned thoughtfully away and walked around the corner, where Wilson was awaiting him. He had no means of knowing that Roche was already well on the way to Spencer, where Smiley saw him a few days later.
“Not there, Bill?” asked Wilson.
“No,—skipped.”
“Lost his nerve, eh?”
“I guess so.”
“Well, what now?”
“Nothing, until I see Madge to-night.”
“Do you really expect anything there?”