"Well now, I did manage to learn a bit during all this running to and fro. There's a ship, the R.M.S. Mauretania, sailing for Southhampton, England in two days. It's fairly fast, and can make the crossing in four days with good weather. I was told that first class, one way of course, is a hundred twenty dollars. Tourist class is half that. That, I would think, would be our best bet," Miriam informs the others. "I believe that it may be necessary to pack heavily. Anything you don't want to leave... hmmm... to be found probably better come with us," she points out, her grip tightening on her handbag as she thinks about strangers going through her things. "It may be best to not tell our friends where we're going. I would hate for any grief to come to my son if those horrible people managed to find him." Fear clearly crosses Miriam's face at that thought.
