I must let Mr.Lindsey know, too.

I knew what must have happened there at Berwick.
That monstrous villain would sneak home and say that a sad accident had happened me.

It made me grind my teeth and long to get my hands at his lying tongue when I thought of what Maisie and my mother must have suffered after hearing his tales and excuses.

But I did not want him to know I was safe--I did not want the town to know.

Should I telephone to Mr.Lindsey's office, it was almost certain one of my fellow-clerks there would answer the ring, and recognize my voice.