Luncheon today: Canned salmon, canned beans and vanila wafers.
2 A. M., April 15th. I have seen a Spy at his nefarius work!
I am still trembling. At one moment I think that I must go again to Father and demand consideration, as more mature than he seems to think, and absolutely certain I was not walking in my sleep. But the next moment I think not, but that if I can discover William’s plot myself, my Familey will no longer ignore me and talk about my studying Vocal next winter instead of coming out.
To return to William, dear Log or Journal. I had been asleep for some time, but wakened up to find myself standing in the dining room with a napkin in each hand. I was standing in the Flag Signal position for A, which is the only one I remember as yet without the Manual.
I then knew that I had been walking in my sleep, having done so several times at School, and before Examinations being usualy tied by my Room-mate with a string from my ankle to the door knob, so as in case of getting out of bed to wake up.
I was rather scared, as I do not like the dark, feeling when in it that Something is behind me and about to cluch at me.
I therfore stood still and felt like screaming, when suddenly the door of the Butler’s pantrey squeaked. Could I then have shreiked I would have, but I had no breath for the purpose.
Somebody came into the room and felt for the table, passing close by me and stepping by accident on the table bell, which is under the rug. It rang and scared me more than ever. We then both stood still, and I hoped if he or it heard my Heart thump he or it would think it was the hall clock.
After a time the footsteps moved on around the table and out into the hall. I was still standing in position A, being as it were frosen thus.
However, seeing that it was something human and not otherwise, as its shoes creaked, I now became angry at the thought that Treason was under the roof of my home. I therfore followed the Traitor out into the hall and looked in through the door at him. He had a flash light, and was opening the drawers of my father’s desk. It was William.