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"
It
was
I
,
"
explained
Prince
Chillicheff
,
his
dead
yellow
eyes
staring
at
Dick
.
"
Not
a
prisoner
but
in
hiding
.
"
"
Did
you
have
much
trouble
getting
out
?
"
"
Some
trouble
.
We
left
three
Red
Guards
dead
at
the
border
.
Tommy
left
two
—
"
He
held
up
two
fingers
like
a
Frenchman
—
"
I
left
one
.
"
"
That
’
s
the
part
I
don
’
t
understand
,
"
said
Mr
.
McKibben
.
"
Why
they
should
have
objected
to
your
leaving
.
"
Hannan
turned
from
the
piano
and
said
,
winking
at
the
others
:
"
Mac
thinks
a
Marxian
is
somebody
who
went
to
St
.
Mark
’
s
school
.
"
It
was
an
escape
story
in
the
best
tradition
—
an
aristocrat
hiding
nine
years
with
a
former
servant
and
working
in
a
government
bakery
;
the
eighteen
-
year
-
old
daughter
in
Paris
who
knew
Tommy
Barban
.
.
.
.
During
the
narrative
Dick
decided
that
this
parched
papier
mâché
relic
of
the
past
was
scarcely
worth
the
lives
of
three
young
men
.
The
question
arose
as
to
whether
Tommy
and
Chillicheff
had
been
frightened
.
"
When
I
was
cold
,
"
Tommy
said
.
"
I
always
get
scared
when
I
’
m
cold
.
During
the
war
I
was
always
frightened
when
I
was
cold
.
"
McKibben
stood
up
.
"
I
must
leave
.
To
-
morrow
morning
I
’
m
going
to
Innsbruck
by
car
with
my
wife
and
children
—
and
the
governess
.
"
"
I
’
m
going
there
to
-
morrow
,
too
,
"
said
Dick
.
