CHAPTER EIGHTEENThey had been very kind. Felix had bathed and changed and Gloria had fixed his face. Now they sat in the Eyrie, the room with the window and the wonderful view. It surprised Felix a little. He was, by the standards of the station, a criminal and had expected to be treated as such. This generosity made him cautious.
“I think you should know,” he said, “that I am the direct representative of Sir Joshua Aarons.”
“I know.”
“You know?” Macdonald’s answer startled Felix. Then he guessed. “I see. Gloria?”
“No, you weren’t subjected to hypnosis or drugs if that is what you think. But it was obvious that you were other than what you appeared to be. While you lay unconscious after your accident we were sure of it. You rambled a little. It was a tremendous shock, after all.”
“Yes
