In the shadow down the street a man dodged quickly behind a tree.
The thing gave him a start.

He was being watched.
"There is just one thing left," he cried excitedly as he hurried upstairs with the news.

"We must both disappear this time." Constance took it very calmly.

"But we must not go together," she added quickly, her fertile mind, as ever, hitting directly on a plan of action.

"If we separate, they will be less likely to trace us, for they will never think we would do that." It was evident that the words were being forced out by the conflict of common sense and deep emotion.