Durell asked. He spoke to Janos Tagy. “He looks as if he’s under drugs.” “Yes. To make him sleep. He should wake up soon.” “Can he walk?” “Yes, a little. But he is not strong enough yet to try to cross the frontier with us.” “You planned to leave with him?” “He came back for us,” the boy said proudly. “He could not take Mama and me the first time. But when all the fighting began, he came back to rescue us.” The thin shoulders slumped in despair. “But he was wounded and sick. We had to hide him down here. Every now and then the police come and look through the house. So far, they have not taken Mama or me to the cellar prisons. They search, and find nothing, and go away.” “When was the last time they were here?” “Two days ago.” “Do you expect them soon?” The boy shrugged again.
