"Yes, I had breakfast," he said. But he did not appear to be hungry, and his angry, feverish eyes watched her unwaveringly.
"What you want," she said, "is to get out of this district, where every one's talking about the thing, to a place where no one's ever heard of it."
"If you mean abroad, it isn't the slightest good trying. I tried to get taken on a boat as a hand four days ago, and they asked if I was Union or something, and wouldn't look at me. And as for the Channel boats, I might as well give myself up."
"I'm not talking about abroad at all. You're not as famous as you think. I'm talking about the Highlands. Do you think the people in my home on the west coast ever heard of you or what happened last Tuesday night. Take my word for it, they haven't. They never read anything but a local paper, and local papers report London affairs in one line. The place is thirty-six miles from a railway station, and the policeman lives in the next village, four miles miles away, and has never seen anything more criminal than a salmon poacher. That's where you are going. I have written a letter, saying that you are coming because you are in bad health. Your name is George Lowe, and you are a journalist. There is a train for Edinburgh from King's Cross at ten-fifteen and you are catching that tonight. There isn't much time, so hurry"
"And what the police are catching is me at the platform barrier."
"There isn't a barrier at King's Cross haven't gone up and down to Scotland for nearly thirty years without knowing that. The Scotch platform is open to any one who wants to walk on. And even if there are detectives there, the train is about half a mile long. You've got to risk something if you're going to get away. You can't just stay here and let them get you! I should have thought that gamble would have been quite in your line.
"Think I'm afraid, do you?" he said. "Well, I am. Scared stiff. To go out into the street tonight would be like walking into no-man's-land with Fritz machine-gunning."
"You've either got to pull yourself together or go and give yourself up. You can't sit still and let them come and take you."
"Bert was right when he christened you Lady Macbeth," he said.
"Don't!" she said sharply.