We sat there for a long time, which seemed Eternities, Henry making dreadful threats, and holding a revolver. But I would not tell the Password, and at last he went out, locking the door behind him, to consult with the other Spies.
I then heard a whisper, and saw that William was not dead. He said:
“Here, quick. I’ll unloose your hands and you can drop out the window.”
He did so, but just in time, as Henry returned, looking fierce and saying that I had but fifteen minutes more. I was again in my chair, and he did not percieve that my hands were now untied.
I must stop here, as my hands tremble to much to hold my trusty pen.
April 28th. Leila has just been in. She kissed me in a fraternal manner, and I then saw that she wore an engagement ring. Well, such is Life. We only get realy acquainted with our Families when they die, or get married.
Doctor Connor came in a moment later and kissed me to, calling me his brave little Sister.
How pleasant it is to lie thus, having wine jelatine and squab and so on, and wearing a wrist watch with twenty-seven diamonds, and mother using the vibrator on my back to make me sleepy, etcetera. Also, to know that when one’s father returns he will say:
“Well, how is the Patriot today?” and not smile while saying it.
I have recorded in this journal up to where I had got my hands loose, and Henry was going to shoot me in fifteen minutes.