"I'm fond of her; I shouldn't have done--well, what I have done, if I hadn't been.

You needn't insult me." "My good man, I couldn't," said Dene.

"One word more and, you'll be relieved to hear, I'm off.

For some reason or other the police, the detectives, have been slow, or have failed to track me." As he spoke, Heyton turned his head and looked at him curiously, with a furtive, cunning expression; but he said nothing; indeed, his lips closed tightly, as if in repression of speech.
"I shall leave England to-night," continued Dene; "and I may succeed in giving them the slip.

I know one or two out-of-the-way places--but I needn't trouble you with my plans.