And his faith was illimitable.

She did not kill Kedsty.

Another part of his brain kept repeating that over and over, even as he recalled that only a few hours before she had told him quite calmly that she would kill the Inspector of Police--if a certain thing should happen.
His hands worked as swiftly as his thoughts.

He laced up his service boots.

All the food and dishes on the table he made into a compact bundle and placed in the shoulder-pack.