"Frankly," Malone said, "I"m a little out of practice. And I hope I never have the chance to get back _into_ practice."
The doctor nodded, removing a stethoscope from the bag and applying it to Lou"s chest. He waited a second, frowned and then took the plugs out of his ears. "I know just what you mean," he said. "You might be interested to know the first unofficial score of that little match."
"Score?" Malone said.
The doctor nodded again. "Three concussions," he said, "one possible skull fracture, a broken arm, two bitten hands, and a large and varied a.s.sortment of dental difficulties and plain hysteria. No dead, however. I really don"t understand why not."
"Well," Malone said, "n.o.body wanted to create an international incident."
"Hmf," the doctor said. "I see. Or I think I do, which is as far as I care to go in the matter. The Russians suspect, by the way, that you"ve managed to get aboard the plane. They do know, of course, about the girl, and when the pilot called for me they put two and two together. In spite of his story about being sick. What they can"t figure out is how you managed to _get_ aboard the plane."
"Neither can I," Malone said at random. The doctor gave him a single bright stare.
"Well," he said at last, "I suppose you know your own business best.
By the way, my examination accords pretty well with our unofficial information about the girl--that she was given some sort of drug in a drink. Is that what happened?"
Malone nodded. "As far as we know," he said. "She did get rid of a lot of it within a few minutes, though."
"Good," the doctor said. "Very sensible."
"Sense had nothing to do with it," Malone said.
"In any case," the doctor went on doggedly, "there can"t be too much left in her system. Her pulse is good, she"s breathing easily and there don"t seem to be any complications, so I should doubt strongly that there"s been much damage done. Besides all which, of course, the Russians would hardly have wanted to hurt her; what they gave her would probably have done little more harm even if she"d ingested it all, and kept it down."
"Good," Malone said sincerely.
"I"ll give you some pills," the doctor said, fishing in his bag again, "and you can give them to her when she wakes up."
"Is that all?" Malone said, vaguely disappointed.
The doctor eyed him keenly. "Well," he said, "I could give her an injection, but I"d be a little afraid to. If it had a synergistic action with the drug, she might be worse off than before."
"Oh," Malone said. "By all means. Just the pills."
"I"m glad you agree," the doctor said. "Oh, and about leaving--"
"Yes?" Malone said. "We want to get out of here in a hurry, if we can."
"I think you can," the doctor said. "The amba.s.sador mentioned that he"d try to arrange it with the Russians. I don"t know what he"ll tell them--but then, that"s why he"s an amba.s.sador, and I"m a doctor." He straightened up and handed Malone an envelope containing three green capsules. "Give her these if she wakes up with a headache," he said.
"If she feels all right, just forget all about them."
"Sure," Malone said. "And thanks, Doctor. Tell the amba.s.sador we"d appreciate it if he got us out of here as soon as possible."
"Certainly," the doctor said. "After all, I might as well take on the job of a diplomatic courier."
Malone nodded. "Well," he said, "goodbye, Mr. Courier."
The doctor went to the door, opened it and turned.
"Absolutely," he said, "Mr. Ives."
9
Lou didn"t wake up until the plane was dropping toward the Washington airfield, and when she did awaken it was as if she had merely come out of an especially deep sleep. Malone was standing over her, which was far from a coincidence; he had been waiting and watching virtually every minute since takeoff.
During his brief periods of rest, Her Majesty had taken over, and she was now peacefully asleep at the back of the plane, looking a little more careworn, but just as regal as ever. She looked to Malone as if she had weathered a small revolution against her rule, but had managed to persuade the populace (by pa.s.sing out cookies to the children, probably) that all was, in the last a.n.a.lysis, for the best in this best of all possible worlds. She looked, he thought, absolutely wonderful.
So did Lou. She blinked her eyes open and moved one hand at her side, and then she came fully awake. "Well," she said. "And a bright h.e.l.lo to you, Sleuth. If it"s not being too ba.n.a.l, where am I?"
"It is," Malone said, "but you"re in an airplane, coming into Washington. We ought to be there in a few minutes."
Lou shook her head slowly from side to side. "I have never heard any news that sounded better in my entire life," she said. "How long ago did we leave Moscow?"
"Our trip to Beautiful Moskva," Malone said, "ended right after they tried to get you to the hospital, by giving you a drugged drink. Do you remember that?"
"I remember it, all right," she said. "I"m never going to forget that moment."
"How do you feel?" Malone said.
"Fine," Lou said. "And how are _you_?"
"Me?" Malone said. "I"m all right. I"ve _been_ all right. Don"t worry about _me_."
"Well, one never knows," Lou said. "With your cold and all."
"I think that"s better," Malone said hastily. "But you"re sure you feel fine?"
Lou nodded. "A little tired, maybe, but that"s all." She paused. "I remember Miss Thompson taking me to the ladies" room. I got pretty sick. But from there on, I"m not sure what happened."
"I came in," Malone said, "and got you out."
"How brave!" Lou said.
"Not very," Malone said casually. "After all, what could happen to me in a ladies" room?"
"You"d be surprised," Lou murmured. "And you came and got me, and took me to the plane and all. And I--" She hesitated, and for a second she looked very small and wistful. "Do you--do you think they"ll do anything to Dad?" she said.
"I don"t see why," Malone said confidently. "After all, the only thing he did wrong was to get caught, and that"s an occupational risk if you"re in the spy business. Lots of people get caught. Happens all the time. Don"t worry about it."
"I--all right," she said. "I won"t, then."
"Good," Malone said. He fished in his pocket. "I"ve got some pills here," he said, "in case you have a headache. The doctor said I could give them to you if you had a headache, but otherwise I should just forget about them."
Lou smiled. "I think you"d better just forget about them," she said.
Malone"s hand came out of his pocket empty. "I just want to make sure you"re okay," he said. "Probably very silly. Of course you"re okay."