Then the men on
the streets can't catch us, and we will be protected from the inside
too...."
Then he had some idea. A bad one, I am sure!
"All right, that's a good way, anyhow. Now I am going to take a
bath,--I need it. If somebody asks for me, say so."
The Lett and I remained. I stood for half an hour near my
window,--then it opened. I fixed the note on the bayonette and it went
to its destination.
After, a voice said:
"Mister * * *, we are afraid! What can we do? Do you think that you
can protect us? Please tell the truth, don't try to console us."
"I am sure, your Highness," I said, "please don't worry."
The voice continued: "They took out the keys from the doors. We
cannot even lock ourselves in, or hide. Can't you tell this to the
Budishchev's--perhaps they can do something?"
"You shouldn't try to hide, and there is no use to tell it to anybody,
believe me. Be in the room on the second floor and wait there. I will
be on the watch as I said."
--"You know better perhaps,--we believe you."
With a "Thank you so much" and "We are so frightened!" repeated with
despair and horror, the window closed.
I had to invent something, and invent quickly, for I had no plan as
yet.
The Browning was with me but I reserved it for the last chance, and I
decided to keep it loaded to finish some of the Reds--and myself--if
it should come to an open fight.
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