The choice is yours." Blenavon turned towards the woman as though for aid.

But she stood with her back to him, pale and with a thin scornful smile upon her lips.
"The choice," Ray repeated, glancing at his watch, "is yours, but the time is short." "I will go," Blenavon said.

"I was off in a day or two, anyway.

Of what you suspect me I don't know, and I don't care.

But I will go." Ray put his watch into his pocket.