Chapter Twenty-EightGregor came to them, guided by the flash of the torches. He showed no surprise, but stood stolidly a yard away from the odd group and waited for his orders, as no doubt he would have waited in a burning house or on a sinking ship. Lazare spoke to him in Russian.
“Have you anything to report?”
And for the first time Sally heard the man speak.
“There is a car in the lane,” he said.
“Where?”
“Under the trees above the gap.”
“It is not Le Noir’s car?”
“No.”
“You are sure?”
“Yes.”
Lazare touched Bill with his foot again.
“So that’s how you came, my friend,” he said: “Well, it’s easier to get in than out again.” Then he turned back again to Gregor.
“Untie his feet. He can walk to the house. You will hold his arm and guide him, and Nadine will come behind with the
