8/65 But Hilda was not a murderer; she was not dogged by remorse, despair, or the myrmidons of the law; it was murder she was avoiding, not the punishment of murder. That made, of course, an obvious difference. "Irrevocably far from London," she said. I gave up the idea that it was likely to prove her place of refuge from the two men she was bent on escaping. |