This I know.  He cannot get into Henry’s room, as the padlock is now on.

Later:  He has returned, foiled!

April 18th.  Nothing new.  Working hard at signaling.  Mr. Schmidt says I am doing well and if he was an Officer he would give me a job.

April 19th.  Nothing new.  But Doctor Connor had told Leila that my father looks sick or at least not well.  When I went to him, being frightened, as he is my only Male Parent and very dear to me, he only laughed and said: 

“Nonsense!  We’re rushed at the Mill, that’s all.  You see, Bab, War is more than Unaforms and saluting.  It is a nasty Business.  And of course, between your forgetting The Emblem until midnight, when I am in my first sleep, and putting it out at Dawn, I am not getting all the rest I really need.”

He then took my hand and said: 

“Bab, you haven’t by any chance been in my Dispach Case for anything, have you?”

“Why?  Is something missing?” I said in I startled tone.

“No.  But sometimes I think—­however, never mind about that.  I think I’ll take the Case upstairs and lock my door hereafter, and if the Emblem is an hour or to late, we will have to stand for it.  Eight o’clock is early enough for any Flag, especialy if it has been out late the night before.”

“Father” I said, in a tence voice.  “I have before this warned you, but you would not listen, considering me imature and not knowing a Spy when I see one.”

I then told him what I knew about William, but he only said: 

“Well, the only thing that matters is the Password, and that cannot be stolen.  As for William, I have had his record looked up by the Police, and it is fine.  Now go to bed, and send in the Spy.  I want a Scotch and Soda.”

April 20th.  Henry and I have searched the Garage, but there is no Wireless, unless in a Chimney.  Henry says this is often done, by Spies, who raise a Mast out of the chimney by night.

To night I shall watch the Chimney, as there is an ark light near it, so that it is as bright as Day.

The cook has given notice, as she and William cannot get along, and as he can only make to salids and those not cared for by the other servants.

April 27th.  After eight days I am at last alowed this Log or Journal, being supported with pillows while writing as Doctor Connor says it will not hurt me.

He has just gone, and I am sure kissed Leila in the hall while Hannah and the nurse were getting pen, ink, etcetera.  Perhaps after all Romanse has at last come to my beloved sister, who will now get married.  If so, I can come out in November, which is the best time, as December is busy with Xmas and so on.

How shall I tell the tradgic story of that night?  How can I put, by means of a pen, my Experiences on paper?  There are some things which may not be written, but only felt, and that mostly afterwards, as during the time one is to excited to feel.