He threw back his head and laughed.
Douglas Romilly had actually been coming to America to disappear! It was incredible but it was true.
He left the cable carefully open upon the dressing-table, and, picking up the small leather case, left the room.

He reached the lift, happily escaping the observation of the young lady seated at her desk, and descended into the hall.

Once amongst the crowd of people who thronged the corridors, he found it perfectly simple to leave the hotel by one of the side entrances.

He walked to the corner of the street and drew a little breath.

Then he lit a cigarette and strolled along Broadway, curiously light-hearted, his spirits rising at every step.