It is a nasty Business. And of course,
between your forgetting The Emblem until midnight, when I am in my
first sleep, and putting it out at Dawn, I am not getting all the rest I
really need."

He then took my hand and said:

"Bab, you haven't by any chance been in my Dispach Case for anything,
have you?"

"Why? Is something missing?" I said in I startled tone.

"No. But sometimes I think--however, never mind about that. I think I'll
take the Case upstairs and lock my door hereafter, and if the Emblem is
an hour or to late, we will have to stand for it. Eight o'clock is
early enough for any Flag, especialy if it has been out late the night
before."

"Father" I said, in a tence voice. "I have before this warned you, but
you would not listen, considering me imature and not knowing a Spy when
I see one."

I then told him what I knew about William, but he only said:

"Well, the only thing that matters is the Password, and that cannot be
stolen. As for William, I have had his record looked up by the Police,
and it is fine. Now go to bed, and send in the Spy. I want a Scotch and
Soda."

APRIL 20TH. Henry and I have searched the Garage, but there is no
Wireless, unless in a Chimney. Henry says this is often done, by Spies,
who raise a Mast out of the chimney by night.

To night I shall watch the Chimney, as there is an ark light near it, so
that it is as bright as Day.

The cook has given notice, as she and William cannot get along, and
as he can only make to salids and those not cared for by the other
servants.

APRIL 27TH. After eight days I am at last alowed this Log or Journal,
being supported with pillows while writing as Doctor Connor says it will
not hurt me.

He has just gone, and I am sure kissed Leila in the hall while Hannah
and the nurse were getting pen, ink, etcetera. Perhaps after all Romanse
has at last come to my beloved sister, who will now get married. If so,
I can come out in November, which is the best time, as December is busy
with Xmas and so on.

How shall I tell the tradgic story of that night? How can I put, by
means of a pen, my Experiences on paper? There are some things which may
not be written, but only felt, and that mostly afterwards, as during the
time one is to excited to feel.

On April 21st, Saturday, I had a bad cold and was not allowed to go to
camp. I therfore slept most of the day, being one to sleep easily in
daytime, except for Hannah coming in to feel if I was