But I saw him get into his waggon and drive away very
fast, which no one in the Garage noticed, as milk waggons were
not objects of suspicion.
How strange it was to sit down again as if I had not moved,
as per orders, and hear my Father whistling as he went to the
house. I began to feel very sick at my Stomache, although glad
he was safe, and wondered what they would do without me. Because
I had now seen that, although insisting that I was still a
child, I was as dear to them as Leila, though in a different
way.
I had not cried as yet, but at the thought of Henry's
friend and the others coming up to kill me before Mr. Schmidt
could get help, I shed a few tears.
They all came back as soon as my Father had slamed the
house door, and if they had been feirce before they were awfull
then, the cook with a handkerchief to her mouth, and Henry's
friend getting out a watch and giving me five minutes. He had
counted three minutes and was holding his Revolver to just
behind my ear, when I heard the milk waggon coming back, with
the horse galloping.
It stopped in the alley, and the cook said, in a dreadfull
voice:
"What's that?"
She dashed to the Window, and looked out, and then turned
to the other Spies and said:
"The Police!"
I do not know what happened next, as I fainted again,
having been under a strain for some time.
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