“Anna?”
She let him call her again.
“Anna!”
“What is it?”
“You in bed?”
“Yes. Go away and let me alone. I've got a right to sleep, anyhow.”
“I'm going out, but I'll be back in ten minutes. You try any tricks and I'll get you. See?”
“You make me sick,” she retorted.
She heard him turn and run lightly down the stairs. Only when she heard the click of the gate did she dare to begin again at the door. She got down-stairs easily, but she was still a prisoner. However, she found the high little window into the coal-shed open, and crawled through it, to stand listening. The street was quiet.
Once outside the yard she started to run. They would let her telephone from the drug-store, even without money. She had no money. But the drug-store was closed and dark, and the threat of Rudolph's return terrified her. She must get off the hill, somehow.