But another wave of faintness overtook her like a great sea, washing away her heart clean out of her breast.

"I will never get there," she muttered, suddenly arrested, swaying lightly where she stood.
"Never." And perceiving the utter impossibility of walking as far as the nearest bridge, Mrs Verloc thought of a flight abroad.
It came to her suddenly.

Murderers escaped.

They escaped abroad.

Spain or California.