"No alarm, no alarm," Pashkov said, pulling Boris away from the window. "Mister Knackenpast, when you see your way clear to my flier, run for it. But get back into your robot costume."
"I can't operate the machine."
"I'll be right behind you. The rest of us will go out to Petchareff."
As they came out, Petchareff was reviving Zubov by slapping his face. The kidnaping expert lay stretched cold on the ground, and Nadezhda Brunhildova stood by, holding the rock and weeping.
Colonel James said, "There he is, the American spy."
Petchareff looked up as Pashkov was led forward by the guards. "Not bad," Petchareff said. "We could use Monsieur Fanti. What's his price?"
"Don't you know me, chief? Me, Pashkov."
"Curse me," Nadezhda said, staring at him. "Another Pashkov."
A terrible howl came from Zubov. Petya and Kolya, imitating Petchareff's efforts to revive their master, were battering Zubov's face with their slouched hats.
"Stand back!" Kolya screamed, smashing his hat into Zubov's face. "He is trying to say something!"