“Well?” he asked eagerly, as Richard slipped into his room.
“I’ve managed it,” said Richard, excitedly. “Can you get the car tonight? That’s the important thing.”
“Umm — no trouble about that,” Simon assured him. “Tell me about it.”
“Splendid — now this is the drill. Shubin says that some prisoners escaped last year; they dug a tunnel down to the catacombs below. The flagstones were replaced, but the tunnel never filled in. Shubin’s not supposed to know that officially, because he wasn’t in Kiev at the time. He’s going to find an excuse to transfer Rex and the Duke to that cell this evening. Yakovkin will be the warder on duty. He will smuggle in an implement for them to raise the flags and provide them with directions for finding their way through the catacombs. They will come out at an exit in the southernmost fort of the old Lisia Gora. Do you think you can find that?”
“Yes, I know where that is; we passed it yesterday in the car.”
“Good; then you’ll be there with the car to meet them. The best place to try and cross the frontier is Mogilev, on the Roumanian border.”
“How far’s that?”
“About a hundred and eighty miles — ought to do that in under six hours.”
“What time did you fix?”
“Zero hour is ten o’clock. Take them a little time to get through the catacombs, though.”