“Here, none of that.”

I then said that I would not tell the Password, although killed for it, and he said if I kept up that attitude I would be, because they were desperate and would stop at nothing.

“There is no use being stubborn,” he said, “because we are going to get that Password, and the right one to, because if the wrong one you, to, will be finished off in short order.”

As I was now desperate myself I decided to shriek, happen what may.  But I had merely opened my mouth to when he sprang at me and put his hand over my mouth.  He then said he would be obliged to gag me, and that when I made up my mind to tell the Password, if I would nod my Head he would then remove the gag.  As I grew pale at these words he threw up a window, because air prevents fainting.

He then tied a towel around my mouth and lips, putting part of it between my teeth, and tied it in a hard knot behind.  He also tied my hands behind me, although I kicked as hard as possable, and can do so very well, owing to skating and so on.

How awfull were my sensations as I thus sat facing Death, and remembering that I had often been excused from Chapel when not necesary, and had been confirmed while pretending to know the Creed while not doing so.  Also not always going to Sunday School as I should, and being inclined to skip my Prayers when very tired.

We sat there for a long time, which seemed Eternities, Henry making dreadful threats, and holding a revolver.  But I would not tell the Password, and at last he went out, locking the door behind him, to consult with the other Spies.

I then heard a whisper, and saw that William was not dead.  He said: 

“Here, quick.  I’ll unloose your hands and you can drop out the window.”

He did so, but just in time, as Henry returned, looking fierce and saying that I had but fifteen minutes more.  I was again in my chair, and he did not percieve that my hands were now untied.

I must stop here, as my hands tremble to much to hold my trusty pen.

April 28th.  Leila has just been in.  She kissed me in a fraternal manner, and I then saw that she wore an engagement ring.  Well, such is Life.  We only get realy acquainted with our Families when they die, or get married.

Doctor Connor came in a moment later and kissed me to, calling me his brave little Sister.

How pleasant it is to lie thus, having wine jelatine and squab and so on, and wearing a wrist watch with twenty-seven diamonds, and mother using the vibrator on my back to make me sleepy, etcetera.  Also, to know that when one’s father returns he will say: 

“Well, how is the Patriot today?” and not smile while saying it.

I have recorded in this journal up to where I had got my hands loose, and Henry was going to shoot me in fifteen minutes.

We have thus come to Mr. Schmidt.