"You will be preached to, no doubt, before they put you into the dock.

And in the end you may yet get let in for a sentence that will surprise you.

I wouldn't trust too much the gentleman who's been talking to you." Mr Verloc listened, frowning.
"My advice to you is to clear out while you may.

I have no instructions.
There are some of them," continued Chief Inspector Heat, laying a peculiar stress on the word "them," "who think you are already out of the world." "Indeed!" Mr Verloc was moved to say.

Though since his return from Greenwich he had spent most of his time sitting in the tap-room of an obscure little public-house, he could hardly have hoped for such favourable news.
"That's the impression about you." The Chief Inspector nodded at him.
"Vanish.