It rang and scared me more than ever. We then
both stood still, and I hoped if he or it heard my Heart thump
he or it would think it was the hall clock.
After a time the footsteps moved on around the table and
out into the hall. I was still standing in position A, being as
it were frosen thus.
However, seeing that it was something human and not
otherwise, as its shoes creaked, I now became angry at the
thought that Treason was under the roof of my home. I therfore
followed the Traitor out into the hall and looked in through the
door at him. He had a flash light, and was opening the drawers
of my father's desk. It was William.
I then concealed myself behind my father's overcoat in the
hack hall, and considered what to do. Should I scream and be
probably killed, thus dying a noble Death? Or should I remain
still? I decided on the latter.
And now, dear Log or Journal, I must record what followed,
which I shall do as acurately as I can, in case of having later
on to call in the Secret Service and read this to them.
There is a safe built in my resadence under the stairs, in
which the silver service, plates, etcetera, are stored, as to
big for the Safe Deposit, besides being a nusance to send for
every time there is a dinner.
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