Both women spoke simultaneously. He held up a slim white hand. “Don’t be alarmed. We are safe enough for the moment. I doubt if Scotland Yard knows where we are within fifty miles. But I have enough respect for them to suppose that they will some time or other find out. In plain words they are likely to make the place too hot for me⁠—for us. So we shall leave this place within the next day or two, as soon as I am able to make arrangements.

“I must let Solly know that I am safe,” said Mrs. Gertstein.

His smile contorted into a contemptuous sneer. “Your amiable and anxious husband has no doubt had a story told him by Labar by this time,” he said. “He will be under no great concern as to your safety. He will believe that you have eloped with me.”

Adèle Gertstein started to her feet and her eyebrows drew together. “You beast,” she said.