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
