“So am I,” I responded, although with shaking teeth. “And just wait until the Police hear of this and see what happens. You will all be arested. If I scream——”
“If you scream,” said Henry’s friend in an awful voice, “you will never scream again.”
There was now a loud report from below, which the neighbors afterwards said they heard, but considered gas in a muffler, which happens often and sounds like a shot. There was then a sort of low growl and somebody fell with a thump. Then the cook said to Henry’s friend:
“Jump out of the window. They’ve got him!”
But he did not jump, but listened, and we then heard Henry saying:
“Come down here, quick.”
Henry’s friend then went downstairs very rapidly, and I ran to the window thinking to jump out. But it was closed and locked, and anyhow the cook caught me and said, in a hissing manner:
“None of that, you little fool.”
I had never been so spoken to, especially by a cook, and it made me very angry. I then threw the bottle of laudinum at her, and broke a front tooth, also cutting her lip, although I did not know this until later, as I then fainted.
When I came to I was on the floor and William, whom I had considered a Spy, was on the bed with his hands and feet tied. Henry was standing by the door, with a revolver, and he said: