CHAPTER XX

THE JOYS OF ARCADY "Thinkest thou they'll follow us, John?" "Eve-Ann, I do not." "And yet they may--they may. And they will surely guess we are for London." "Egad and that's true enough!" said he, glancing at her in quick approval. "Most fugitives make for London." "Then don't go to London, John." "Where then, child?" "Anywhere." "Tempting and truly Arcadian!" he nodded. "But it were as well to have some objective, I think. London lies northwesterly from here." "Then go southeast, John." "Northwest or due north…