“Well, we’re out of that muddle for the moment I only hope he doesn’t run into Marie Lou!”
“Marie Lou? Was she around as well?” exclaimed Rex. “If that’s so, why isn’t she on in this party?”
“She was,” Simon informed him, “but Richard didn’t want her to be mixed up in this — ”
“Say, not so fast! — you wait a minute.” Rex began to slow down the car. “We can’t leave her to get out alone.”
Simon shook his head. “It’s quite all right. Richard made special arrangements for her. She’s got a British passport now; he married her the other day in Vienna.”
“Holy smoke! You don’t mean that?”
“I do. He said that it was so that he could get her back into Russia to act as his interpreter, but if you ask me he’s crazy about her!”
De Richleau leant forward. “If that is so, surely it is all the more reason that he should have been careful for her safety. Are you certain that he meant her to travel alone?”
“Um,” Simon nodded. “Told me so himself — said she was going to leave the country in the proper way.”
“Well — if you are sure of that — but I do not care to think of that child alone in Kiev.”