Chapter ThreeDrogo stared at Maniu.
“They are firing at the Palace,” he repeated below his breath and then asked, “is it really serious?”
“Very serious, sir,” Maniu replied. “Many in Army join Red Marchers.”
Drogo frowned.
The last thing he wanted at this moment was to be mixed up in a revolution.
It was essential that he should get to somewhere safe where he could relay some of the information he had obtained to London.
Maniu came into the house and shut and bolted the door behind him.
“I make breakfast, sir?” he asked.
It was then that Drogo remembered that it would be breakfast for two as Thekla was upstairs.
“Yes, make breakfast,” he said, “for two people. A friend stayed here last night.”
He left the kitchen and, walking upstairs, he decided that he must wake Thekla. He want
