I considered that Scotland would be best, for my people were Scotch and I could pass anywhere as an ordinary Scotsman.

I had half an idea at first to be a German tourist, for my father had had German partners, and I had been brought up to speak the tongue pretty fluently, not to mention having put in three years prospecting for copper in German Damaraland.

But I calculated that it would be less conspicuous to be a Scot, and less in a line with what the police might know of my past.

I fixed on Galloway as the best place to go.

It was the nearest wild part of Scotland, so far as I could figure it out, and from the look of the map was not over thick with population.
A search in Bradshaw informed me that a train left St Pancras at 7.10, which would land me at any Galloway station in the late afternoon.
That was well enough, but a more important matter was how I was to make my way to St Pancras, for I was pretty certain that Scudder's friends would be watching outside.