He has to walk around because it aches so."
Then Henry's friend said, in a queer voice:
"Now, Miss Bab, there is nothing to be afraid of, unless
you make a noise. If you do there will be trouble and that at
once. We three are going to have a little talk."
Ye gods! I tremble even to remember his words, for he said:
"What we want is simple enough. We want tonight's Password
at the Mill. _Don't scream_."
I dropped the hot water bottle, because there is no use
pretending one is not scared at such a time. One is. But of
course I would not tell them the Password, and the cook said:
"Be careful, Miss Bab. We are not playing. We are in
terrable ernest."
She did not sound like a cook at all, and she looked
diferent, being very white and with to red spots on her cheeks.
"So am I," I responded, although with shaking teeth. "And
just wait until the Police hear of this and see what happens.
You will all be arested. If I scream----"
"If you scream," said Henry's friend in an awful voice,
"you will never scream again."
There was now a loud report from below, which the neighbors
afterwards said they heard, but considered gas in a muffler,
which happens often and sounds like a shot.
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