“Good heavens!” I exclaimed. “What have they put in this coffee? It tastes like poison!”
Prilukoff bent still closer over me.
“If you had said it was all right, I should have strangled you.”
My teeth chattered, partly through the taste of the chloral, partly through my fear of Prilukoff.
“Have you drunk much of it?” I gasped. “You ought to call for help.”
But Prilukoff had sunk into an armchair, and already, with his head rolled back and his mouth open, he slept.
XXXV
How did we three hapless, terrified creatures manage to escape from the hotel that night?
Tioka, wakened out of his sleep at three o'clock, kept on whimpering.