I must take my chance of that, and hope that something might happen which would confirm my tale in the eyes of the Government.
My first job was to keep going for the next three weeks.

It was now the 24th day of May, and that meant twenty days of hiding before I could venture to approach the powers that be.

I reckoned that two sets of people would be looking for me--Scudder's enemies to put me out of existence, and the police, who would want me for Scudder's murder.

It was going to be a giddy hunt, and it was queer how the prospect comforted me.

I had been slack so long that almost any chance of activity was welcome.