“I guess I nearly broke your poor old head,” Rex admitted.
“Gosh — it feels like it — still, you found the car — you’d better clear out.” Richard made an effort to get up.
“We’re here,” said Simon. “Mogeliev — Rumanian frontier.”
“What? What’s that?” — Richard was awake now.
“The frontier,” Simon repeated. “Want your ideas about getting across.”
“Where’s Marie Lou?” gasped Richard, looking round wildly.
“She went by train, you know. You told me you’d made special arrangements for her.”
“You fool — you stupid fool,” cried Richard, angrily. “I never said anything of the kind. She was coming with me by ’plane.”
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For a moment there was an appalling silence; then Richard said quickly: “I’m going back.”