“I’m sorry, Miss Bab, because you are all right and have helped me a lot, especially with that on the bed. If it hadn’t been for you our Goose would have been cooked.”
He then picked me up and put me in a chair, and looked at his watch.
“Now,” he said, “we’ll have that Password, because time is going and there are things to be done, quite a few of them.”
I could see William then, and I saw his eyes were partly shut, and that he had been shot, because of blood, etcetera. I was about to faint again, as the sight of blood makes me sick at the stomache, but Henry held a bottle of amonia under my nose and said in a brutal way:
“Here, none of that.”
I then said that I would not tell the Password, although killed for it, and he said if I kept up that attitude I would be, because they were desperate and would stop at nothing.
“There is no use being stubborn,” he said, “because we are going to get that Password, and the right one to, because if the wrong one you, to, will be finished off in short order.”
As I was now desperate myself I decided to shriek, happen what may. But I had merely opened my mouth to when he sprang at me and put his hand over my mouth. He then said he would be obliged to gag me, and that when I made up my mind to tell the Password, if I would nod my Head he would then remove the gag. As I grew pale at these words he threw up a window, because air prevents fainting.
He then tied a towel around my mouth and lips, putting part of it between my teeth, and tied it in a hard knot behind. He also tied my hands behind me, although I kicked as hard as possable, and can do so very well, owing to skating and so on.
How awfull were my sensations as I thus sat facing Death, and remembering that I had often been excused from Chapel when not necesary, and had been confirmed while pretending to know the Creed while not doing so. Also not always going to Sunday School as I should, and being inclined to skip my Prayers when very tired.