He breathed easier when he discovered nothing beyond this.

In a few minutes he had him partially stripped and on his bed.

Jean opened his eyes as he bathed the blood from his face.

He made an effort to rise, but Philip held him back.
"Not yet, Jean," he said.
Jean's glance shifted in a look of alarm toward the door.
"I must, M'sieur," he insisted.

"It was the last few hundred yards that made me dizzy.