She nodded. “I see what an inconvenience it is for you to meet me. What are you going to do?”
Horace said, "My first thought was to run."
"Of course, you could do that. But I would telephone the police and tell them all about you. They’d get you at once."
Horace said: "I would, of course, cut the telephone wires first and then—" he hesitated, a smile on his face, "I would make sure that you could do nothing for some time. A few hours would be enough."