April 17th. In camp.
Henry brought me out in the big car, as mine has a broken spring owing to going across the field with it.
He says he has decided to help me, and that I need not watch the safe, etcetera, at night. I therfore gave him a key to the side door, and now feel much better. He also said not to have any of the Corps detailed to watch William in the daytime, as he can do so, because the Familey is now spending all day at the Red Cross.
He thinks the Password idea fine, as otherwise almost anybody could steal a medal and get into the mill.
William seems to know that I know something, and this morning, while opening the door for me, he said:
“I beg pardon, Miss Bab, but I see Henry is driving you today.”
“It is not hard to see,” I replied, in a hauty manner. It is not the Butler’s business who is driving me, and anyhow I had no intention of any unecessary conversation with a Spy.
“Your own car being out of order, miss?”
“It is,” I retorted. “As you will probably be going to the Garage, although against orders, while Henry is out, you can see it yourself.”
I then went out and sat in front in order to converce with Henry, as the back is lonely. I looked up at the door and William was standing there, with a very queer look on his face.