26. Two fugitives
Archie’s cable suggested we take an evening ferry crossing. At first I thought it sounded like a good idea, but once we were on the boat I was not so sure. As we left Calais the waves began to beat relentlessly on the side of the vessel, and we began to roll and list uncontrollably. The darkness made the experience a great deal more unpleasant. The buffering continued for some time and, even though the waves calmed a little as we approached England, it was still too much for some of our fellow passengers. A few of them were chatting wildly about drowning and premature death. Louisa and I had other concerns, which is why we were sitting quite silently, gazing out at the darkness, the plan for the night’s events running through our minds.
We had so far followed Archie’s
