Soon a small snore came to her ears. Then another and another. Mr. Lenoir was asleep! George waited for a few minutes. The snores went on, a little louder. Surely it would be safe now to creep from her hiding-place?
George began to move, very cautiously and quietly. She crept to the end of the sofa. She squeezed out from behind it. Still the snores went on.
She stood upright and went on tiptoe to the panel that had slid aside. She began to press here and there with her fingers, trying to find the spot that would move the panel to one side.
She couldn’t seem to find it. She grew red with anxiety. She cast a glance at the sleeping Mr. Lenoir, and worked feverishly at the panel. Where was the spot to press, oh, where was it?
Then a stern voice came from behind her, making her jump almost out of her skin.
‘And what exactly do you think you are doing, my boy? How dare you come into my study and mess about like this?’
George turned round and faced Mr. Lenoir. He always thought she was a boy! She didn’t know what to say. He looked very angry indeed, and the tip of his nose was already white.
George was frightened. She ran to the door, but Mr.
Lenoir caught her before she opened it. He shook her
hard.
‘What were you doing in my study? Was it you who
knocked and ran away? Do you think it is funny to play
tricks like that? I’ll soon teach you that it isn’t?’
He opened the door and called loudly. ‘Block! Come
here! Sarah, tell Block I want him.’
Block appeared from the kitchen, his face as blank as
usual. Mr. Lenoir wrote something down quickly on a
piece of paper and gave it him to read. Block nodded. ‘I’ve told him to take you to your room, lock you in, and give you nothing but bread and water for the rest of the day,’ said Mr. Lenoir, fiercely. ‘That will teach you to behave yourself in the future. Any more nonsense, and I’ll whip you myself.’
‘My father won’t be very pleased when he hears you’re t punishing me like this,’ began George in a trembling voice. But Mr. Lenoir sneered.
‘Pah! Wait till he hears from me how you have misbehaved yourself, and I am sure he will agree with me. Now go, and you will not be allowed out of your room till
tomorrow. I will make your excuses to your father, when
he comes.’ Poor George was propelled upstairs by Block, who was
only too delighted to be punishing one of the children. As she came to the door of the room George shouted to the others who were in Julian’s room next door.
‘Julian! Dick! Help me! Quick, help me!’
Chapter Fourteen
A VERY PUZZLING THING
JULIAN, Dick, and the others rushed out at once, just in time to see Block shove George roughly into her room and shut the door. There was a click as he locked it.
‘Here! What are you doing?’ cried Julian, indignantly.
Block took no notice, but turned to go. Julian caught hold of his arm, and yelled loudly in his ear. ‘Unlock that door at once! Do you hear?’
Block gave no sign whether he had or not. He shook off Julian’s hand, but the boy put it back again at once, getting angry.
‘Mr. Lenoir gave me orders to punish that girl,’ said Block, looking at Julian out of his cold, narrow eyes.
‘Well, you jolly well unlock that door,’ commanded Julian, and he tried to snatch the key from Block. With sudden vicious strength the man lifted his hand and struck Julian, sending him half across the landing. Then he went swiftly downstairs to the kitchen.
Julian looked after him, a little scared. ‘The brute!’ he said. ‘He’s as strong as a horse. George, George, whatever’s happened?’
George answered angrily from the locked bedroom. She told the others everything, and they listened jn silence. ‘Bad luck, George,’ said Dick. ‘Poor old girl! Just as you were feeling for the opening to the passage too!’
‘I must apologize for my stepfather,’ said Sooty. ‘He has such a terrible temper. He wouldn’t have punished you like this if he had thought you were a girl. But he keeps thinking you’re a boy.’
‘I don’t care,’ said George. ‘I don’t care about any punishment. It’s only that I’m so worried about Timmy. Well, I suppose I’ll have to stay here now, till I’m let out tomorrow. I shan’t eat anything that Block brings , me, you can tell him. I don’t want to see his horrid face again!’
‘How shall I go to bed tonight?’ wailed Anne. ‘All my things are in your room, George.’
‘You’ll have to sleep with me,’ said little Marybelle, who looked very frightened. ‘I can lend you a nightie. Oh dear – what will George’s father say when he comes? I hope he will say that George is to be set free at once.’
‘Well, he won’t,’ said George, from behind the locked door. ‘He’ll just think I’ve been in one of my bad moods, and he won’t mind my being punished at all. Oh dear -1 wish Mother was coming too.’
The others were very upset about George, as well as
about Timmy. Things seemed to be going very wrong indeed. At tea-time they went to the schoolroom to have tea, wishing they could take George some of the chocolate cake set ready for them.
George felt lonely when the others had gone to tea. It was five o’clock. She was hungry. She wanted Timmy. She was angry and miserable, and longed to escape. She went to the window and looked out.
Her room looked straight down the cliff-side, just as Booty’s old room did. Below was the city-wall that ran round the town, going unevenly up and down as it followed the contours of the hillside.
George knew that she could not jump down to the wall. She might roll off it and fall straight down to the marsh below. That would be horrible. Then she suddenly remembered the rope-ladder that they used when they got down into the pit each day.
It had at first been kept in Marybelle’s room, on the shelf in the cupboard, but since the children had been scared by knowing that someone had tried the handle of the door one morning, they had decided to keep the ladder in George’s room for safety. They were afraid that perhaps Block might go snooping round Marybelle’s room and find it. So George had smuggled it to her own room, and hidden it in her suitcase, which she had locked.
Now, her hands shaking a little with excitement, she unlocked her suitcase and took out the rope-ladder. She might perhaps escape out of the window with it. She looked out again, the rope in her hands.
But windows overlooked the city-wall just there. The kitchen too must be just below, and maybe Block would see her climbing down. That would never do. She must wait till it was twilight.
When the others came back she told them what she was going to do, speaking in a low voice through the door.
‘I’ll get down on the wall, walk along it for some way, and then jump down and creep back, she said. ‘You get some food for me somehow, and I’ll have it. Then tonight, when everyone has gone to bed I’ll get into the study again and find the way through to the secret passage. Sooty can help me. Then I can get Timmy.’
‘Right,’ said Sooty. ‘Wait till it’s fairly dark before you go down the ladder, though. Block has gone to his room with a bad headache, but Sarah and Harriet are in the kitchen, and you don’t want to be seen.’
So, when the twilight hung like a soft purple curtain over the house, George slid down the rope-ladder out of the window. She only needed to let about a quarter of it out for it was far too long for such a short distance.
She fastened it to the legs of her heavy little oak bed. Then she climbed out of the window and slid quietly down the rope-ladder.
She passed the kitchen window, which fortunately had its blinds drawn down now. She landed squarely on the old wall. She had brought a torch with her so that she could see.
She debated with herself what to do. She did not want to run any risk of coming up against either Block or Mr. Lenoir. Perhaps it would be best to walk along the wall till she came to some part of the town she knew. Then she could jump off and make her way cautiously back up the hill, looking out for the others.
So she began to walk along the broad top of the old wall. It was very rough and uneven in places, and many stones were missing. But her torch showed a steady light and she did not miss her footing.