When we got there, we rode around to the back.
"Hold the horses," I said. "I'll slip in and get the packs. They're just inside."
We both dismounted and Jimmy took Ninc's reins. I bounded up the steps.
Mr. Kutsov was waiting in the dark inside. He said, "I read your note."
"Why did you come back?" I asked.
He smiled. "It didn't seem right to leave you here by yourself. I be sorry. I think I underestimated you. Be that Jimmy Dentremont outside?"
"You're not mad?"
"No. I ben't angry. I understand why you couldn't tell me."
For some reason, I started crying and couldn't stop. The tears ran down my face. "I'm sorry," I said. "I'm sorry."
The front door signal sounded then and Mr. Kutsov answered the door. A green-uniformed policeman stood in the doorway. "Daniel Kutsov?" he asked.