"Her only safe refuge is with me, and I could count on her to help me clear away this wild-hearted Magyar devil." Fear now kept him from any further unnecessary visit to Breslau.
He pondered a whole day, and then sent an unsigned cablegram, addressed to the woman he had rebaptized as Rachel Meyer.
It was the simple phrase, "Schebitz-Breslau." "Leah will know that I am here, and in any storm can join me." With a sudden access of generosity, he sent the faithful ally of his darkest day a secretly-purchased draft for two thousand marks.
And then the murderer forgot his danger, ignorant of one lonely pursuer who followed up the blind trail of the murderer, now watching Leah Einstein night and day.
It was twenty days later when the poor cobbler Mulholland, whistling softly, went out and closed the door of his little shop opposite Mrs.Rachel Meyer's modest apartment.

The frightened woman had only left her rooms at night after the publication of the finding of Randall Clayton's body.
A horrible, haunting fear now possessed her.

She knew the horror of the deed.

Stronger than the terror which bade her avoid the light of day was the yearning to assure herself of the unruly boy's safety.

"If he is caught, God of Jacob!" she murmured, "I will end my days in prison." Even the hammering of the strange Irish cobbler in the noisy hallway relieved her.