“She’ll be on the train by now,” Simon assured him.
The car bore on into the night They were beginning to climb now, up easy gradients, to higher ground. Richard began to groan loudly.
“He’s coming round,” said the Duke. “I doubt if he’ll know what he’s saying at first. I wish I had some morphia; sleep is the best thing for him at the moment.”
“Here — take these.” Simon delved into his pocket and produced a small bottle. “They’re sleeping-tablets that Valeria Petrovna got for me — there’s medinol in them, I think.”
Richard swayed forward. He looked dazedly round, then sank back with a moan, shutting his eyes quickly.
“Take these,” said the Duke gently, spilling a couple of the tablets into his palm.
“Where... where are we?” muttered Richard.
Rex turned round to grin at him. “Sorry, Richard — hadn’t a notion it was you — ’fraid I nearly bumped you off!”
Richard moved his head painfully from side to side, groaned again, and tried to put his hand up to his head. It fell back helplessly. “Where are we?” he asked again.
“We’re in the car — you saved us all, Richard — we’re making for the frontier,” said the Duke.