“Hullo, Simon.” Richard closed the door quickly behind him and locked it, then walked swiftly over to the other door, which led into an adjoining room, and locked that too.
“What on earth are you doing here?” Simon’s wide smile showed his undoubted pleasure at seeing his friend.
Richard sat down on the edge of Simon’s long chair. “How’s the leg?” he asked.
“Fine — how did you know about it — and — er — about me being in Kiev?”
“It’s a long story, my boy. When will the lady be back?”
“Not for an hour, but why? She’s been wonderful.”
“Splendid,” Richard nodded. “All the same I’d rather not meet her again just yet. How about Rex and the Duke?”
“Out of it! She fixed up everything.”
“You’re sure of that, Simon?”
“Um,” Simon nodded, quickly. “They left Kiev yesterday.”