“They hadn’t found the papers. They’d got the oilskin packet with the blanks, and they were just mad! They didn’t know whether I ’d changed the papers, or whether Danvers had been carrying a dummy message, while the real one was sent another way. They spoke of”⁠—she closed her eyes⁠—“torturing me to find out!

“I’d never known what fear⁠—really sickening fear⁠—was before! Once they came to look at me. I shut my eyes and pretended to be still unconscious, but I was afraid they’d hear the beating of my heart. However, they went away again. I began thinking madly. What could I do? I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand up against torture very long.