vomited a quantity of blood. Again he was surrounded by sympathising people; again he made himself free of them and hastened on. But by now he was suffering acutely; he could not run, so great was the pain it cost him when he began to breathe quickly. His mouth was full of blood again.
Where could he find a hiding-place? The hunters were after him, and however great his suffering, he must go through it in secrecy. But in what house could he take refuge? He had not money enough to pay for a lodging.
He looked about him; tried to collect his thoughts. By this time the police would have visited Merlin Place; they would be waiting there to trap him. He was tempted towards Farringdon Road Buildings; surely his father would not betray him, and he was in such dire need of kindly help. But it would not be safe; the police would search there.
Shooter’s Gardens? There was the room where lived Pennyloaf’s drunken mother and her brother. They would not give him up. He could think of no other refuge, at all events, and must go there if he would not drop in the street.
