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One calm, misty evening the S. S. American Importer arrived at Liverpool, stood off the entrance to the Mersey River all night. Next morning it was raining. The dock was jampacked with newshawks, cameramen, workers, who thought they glimpsed the Lindberghs on deck, with Jon in his mother's arms. A tug warped the ship into its berth. A platoon of muttering bobbies carved a lane through the throng, stood in two rows staring into each other's faces. Charles and Anne Lindbergh, pale, came swiftly down the gangplank. A scattered, throaty cheer went up. Some of the men in rough clothes raised their caps. Anne Lindbergh smiled wanly. The day was so dark that the photographers flashed their bulbs. Jon, in his father's arms, blinked, then buried his face in the grey-plaid shoulder. The tall man and the small woman moved quickly through the sheds, popped into one of the motor cars, sped away, followed by five carloads of newshawks. In the Adelphi Hotel they went through the lobby without registering, were alone at last in their rooms.
*St. Matthew, 2:13-14: And when they were departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thce word: for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him. When he arose, he took the young child and his mother !>v night, and departed into Egypt.