Had he come alone it would have been the end of
him and the Mill, for Henry and his friend would have caught
him, and my father is like me--he would die before giving the
Password and blowing up all the men and so on in the Mill. But
he brought the manager with him, as he lives out of town and
there is no train after midnight.
My father said:
"Henry!"
So Henry replied:
"Coming, sir" and went out, but again locked the door.
Before he went out he said:
"Now mind, any noise up here and we will finish you and
your father also. _Don't you overturn a chair by mistake, young
lady_."
He then went down, and I could hear my dear Parent's voice
which I felt I would probably never hear again, discussing new
tires and Henry's earache, which was not a real one, as I now
knew.
I looked at William, but he had his eyes shut and I saw he
was now realy unconscious. I then however heard a waggon in our
alley, and I went to the window. What was my joy to see that it
was Mr. Schmidt's milk waggon which had stopped under the ark
light, with he himself on the seat.
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