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Chapter 6 Drugged and Kidnapped
Chapter 6 Drugged and KidnappedMy first thought, as my senses began to come back to me, was of the train which was due to leave Petersburg for Moscow at midnight. I clutched at my watch, and drew it forth. The hands marked the time as 9.25. Apparently I had not been unconscious for more than a few seconds. My second glance assured me that my clothes were not disarranged. My shirt-front, concealing the Czar’s autograph letter, was exactly as when I sat down to the table. Only after satisfying myself on these two points did I begin to take in the rest of my surroundings. I was resting on a couch against the wall in the room where we had dined. My host, the head of the Manchuria Syndicate, was standing beside me, watching my recovery with a friendly and relieved expression, as
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