You've had a dream, Bab. That's all. The Case
is in the safe, and William is in his bed, and in about two
minutes a cold repast is going to be in me."
Ye gods!
He is now asleep, and I am writing this at 2 A. M.
I, and I alone, know that there is a Criminal in this
house, serving our meals and quareling with the cook as if a
regular Butler, but really a Spy. And although I cry aloud in my
anguish, those who hear me but maintain that I am having a
nightmare.
I am a Voice crying in the Wilderness.
APRIL 15TH: 9 A. M. William is going about as usual, but
looks as though he had not had enough sleep.
Father has told mother about last night, and I am not to
have coffee in the evenings. This is not surprizing, as they
have always considered me from a physical and not a mental
standpoint.
My very Soul is in revolt.
6 P. M. This being Sunday, camp did not convene until 3 P.
M. and then but for a short time. We flag-signaled mostly and
are now to the letter E. Also got the gun loaded at last and
fired it several times, I giving the orders as in the book, page
262, in a loud voice:
(1) "Hold the rifle on the mark.
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