ive me, but her’s name again?“

    ‘ter is Marc o meet  all en t it ter to change our names formally.

    ‘Can be done. ? Simple matter, really.“

    ‘But t’s for anotoday’s business…“

    ‘Of course. No me put your mind at rest about t kno?“

    ‘It may be quite some time,“ I said, ly a lie.

    ‘It doesn’t matter. Eitime to settle t, ttle it on  t when he comes home.“

    I turned my face into ture of relief ill o take tions about er like mine, sune of mislaying uation to me, and I saeps I ake and o take t t any of to you, in your position!” e run aing take back ters of  days.”

    ‘God  him.

    e  tial thing.

    ‘Incidentally, I don’t suppose  an address?“

    ‘You know my uncle!“

    ‘I t as mucely whough?“

    I liked Mr. Lomax, but it didn’t stop me lying to o. Lying ure to a girl like me.

    ‘Yes… t is, no.“

    knoo all ties  enumerated for me.

    ‘ell, I can tell you where he said he was going.“

    Mr. Lomax looked at me, eyebrows raised.

    ‘o Peru.“

    Mr. Lomax’s rounded eyes bulged, and h dropped open.

    ‘But of course, ’s ridiculous, don’t we?“ I finis possibly be in Peru, can he?“

    And  reassured, most pluckily capable smile, I closed to worry on my behalf.

    till I  o cry. Every day t t ting to kno e but cold, as tainted er’s crime. “Mrs. Proctor, told ing it.”

    t all I suspected t tor boy e catc it.

    Jo to cry, eit  place. For I o Emmeline—ould so attend cly? God’s lov