“The Prince is well enough to receive me, monsieur.”
“Thank God for that,” I exclaimed, almost as heartily as if he had told me we were both free. Anything was better than suspense.
He went away, leaving the man to take his place.
“How is the Prince?” I asked him.
“Nearly recovered, monsieur. Weak, but that is all.”
“He’s won the race, I’m afraid, Helga. We may as well get ready. Where will he send us, I wonder. We must manage somehow to leave word for Marvyn.”
“They won’t let us do that. We must stop here to the last possible moment. Think of everything you can to use up time.”
“Bully for you. You always have some good notion.”
M. Drougoff was not absent long, and looked very troubled when he entered.
“My instructions are, I deeply regret to say, monsieur, to remove you at once.”