He had absconded, had run away, like the coward he was, taking with him what was left of his stealings.

The banking house of which he had been the head was insolvent.

The police were on his track.

And, worse and most disgraceful of all, he had not fled alone.

There was a woman with him, a woman whose escapades had furnished the papers with sensations for years.
I had never been well acquainted with my father.