I must vanish somehow, and keep vanished till the end of the second week in June.

Then I must somehow find a way to get in touch with the Government people and tell them what Scudder had told me.

I wished to Heaven he had told me more, and that I had listened more carefully to the little he had told me.

I knew nothing but the barest facts.

There was a big risk that, even if I weathered the other dangers, I would not be believed in the end.