and Mrs. Hudson with an address in Newark. They had been travelling at a fugitive speed for the first two days; the Thursday they left Boston, Amstat drove all night while Terese dozed beside him, and she drove most of the following day; they covered nearly a thousand miles in twenty-four hours, and then he insisted that they spend a night so she could rest. They toured the cheap rooming-house area of Chicago and found a place to spend the night. But the choice was a mistake, a return to his old habits when he was on the run and alone; the scruffy boarding houses were all he could afford in those days; now there was something suspicious about a man and a woman, especially a woman dressed like Terese, with that indefinable air of money about her, driving a good car, staying in a place where travelling salesmen of the bottom grade and an occasional out-of-town visitor were the regular customers. He and she stuck out like sore thumbs, and, feeling this, they paid up and left very early the next morning.
