“Good,” the doctor said. “Very sensible.”
“Sense had nothing to do with it,” Malone said.
“In any case,” the doctor went on doggedly, “there can’t be too much left in her system. Her pulse is good, she’s breathing easily and there don’t seem to be any complications, so I should doubt strongly that there’s been much damage done. Besides all which, of course, the Russians would hardly have wanted to hurt her; what they gave her would probably have done little more harm even if she’d ingested it all, and kept it down.”
“Good,” Malone said sincerely.
“I’ll give you some pills,” the doctor said, fishing in his bag again, “and you can give them to her when she wakes up.”
“Is that all?” Malone said, vaguely disappointed.
The doctor eyed him keenly. “Well,” he said, “I could give her an injection, but I’d be a little afraid to. If it had a synergistic action with the drug, she might be worse off than before.”
“Oh,” Malone said. “By all means. Just the pills.”
“I’m glad you agree,” the doctor said. “Oh, and about leaving—”
“Yes?” Malone said. “We want to get out of here in a hurry, if we can.”