"With a murder charge against me? No! You overrate human friendship." He paused a moment, and added, in a surprised voice: "No. No, perhaps you don't, at that. I've just not met the right kind before."
"Then we had better decide on a place where I can meet you tomorrow and bring you some more food. Here, if you like."
"No!"
"Where then?"
"I didn't mean that. I mean that you're not meeting me anywhere."
"Why not?"
"Because you'd be committing a felony, or whatever it is. I don't know what the penalty is, but you'd be a criminal. It can't be done."
"Well, you can't stop me dropping food out of the car, can you? There is no law against that, that I know of. It will just happen that a cheese and a loaf and some chocolates will fall out of the car into these bushes tomorrow morning. I must go now. The landscape looks deserted, but if you leave a car standing long enough someone always pops up to make inquiries."
She swept the refuse of the food into the car, and got in herself.
He made a movement to get to his feet. "Don't be foolish," she said sharply. "Keep down."