“I am feeling a little faint. That pâté”—I contrived to murmur.
And then I heard Captain Vassileffsky cry out in an alarm that was unmistakably genuine—“Look out for the Englishman! He is swooning”—and I knew no more.
CHAPTER VI
DRUGGED AND KIDNAPPED
My first thought, as my senses began to come back to me, was of the train which was due to leave Petersburg for Moscow at midnight.
I clutched at my watch, and drew it forth. The hands marked the time as 9.25. Apparently I had not been unconscious for more than a few seconds.