Suddenly Henry swore in an angry manner.  This was because my father had brought the machine home and was but then coming along the drive.  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.  He was getting some milk bottles out, and I suppose he heard the talking in our Garage, for he stopped and then looked up.  Then he dropped a milk bottle, but he stood still and stared.

With what anguished eyes, dear Log or Journal, did I look down at him, unable to speak or utter a sound.  I then tried to untie the Towle but could not, owing to feeling weak and sick and the knots being hard.

I at one moment thought of jumping out, but it was to far for our Garage was once a Stable and is high.  But I knew that if the Criminals who surounded my Father and the manager heard such a sound, they would then attack my Father and kill him.

I was but a moment thinking all this, as my mind is one to work fast when in Danger.  Mr. Schmidt was still staring, and the horse was moving on to the next house, as Mr. Schmidt says it knows all his Customers and could go out alone if necesary.

It was then that I remembered that, although I could not speak, I could signal him, although having no flags.  I therfore signaled, saying: 

“Quiet.  Spies.  Bring police.”

It was as well that he did not wait for the last to letters, as I could not remember C, being excited and worried at the time.  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.