“What time is it?”
“It is afternoon.”
“The same day?”
“Yes, the same day. You have been unconscious from that blow on the head. I am so glad you are better. But you must sleep.”
I looked across at Karasch, who was staring at me with trouble in his eyes.
“Did we keep the horses?” I asked him; but Mademoiselle replied.
“Yes. All is well. You can rest in perfect safety.”
Karasch started to say something, but she checked him with a glance and a gesture.
“Any news of Petrov or Gartski?” I asked him; and again she gave the answer for him.
“They will give us no trouble now, none at all,” she said, with gentle firmness. “You can rest quite assured.”