"I'll try," I said, and waved good-by. That was what I meant to do, stay out of trouble.
Back in the house, I wrote a note of explanation for Mr. Kutsov and thanked him for all he had done. Then I dug my two small packs out of hiding and I was ready.
I set out just after dark. It was sprinkling lightly, but I didn't mind it. It surprised me, but I enjoyed the feel of the spray on my face. In one pocket I had pencil and paper for protective coverage. In another pocket I had a single sock and a roll of tape.
Just before I got to the jail, I filled the sock with wet sand.
Inside there were lights on in only two first floor offices. Sgt. Robards was in one of them.
"Hello, Sgt. Robards," I said, going in. "How be you tonight?"
"Well enough," he said. "It be pretty slow down here tonight. They be busy up on the Third Floor tonight, though."
"Oh?"
"They be picking up those Anti-Redemptionists tonight. How did your paper go?"
"I handed it in," I said. "I should get a good grade with your help."