Canadian fiction -- 20th century; Detective and mystery stories
"She speak to the boy. Right away she come running back from the door
with a hard face. She say to me: 'Quick, Nina! A warm coat and a
plain hat!' Señorita Bianca come out and ask what is the matter, but
Señorita Amèlie not answer; she run in her room. Before I can move I
hear a key in the front door. It bang open, and Señor Francisco run
in. _Madre de Dios!_ what a face! It is a madman! I am turned to
wood where I stand! He shake his fist to me and curse. I think I die
then. He say: 'Get out! before I hurt you!' But I cannot move for
fear.
"Señorita Bianca ask him what's the matter, but he not answer her. He
run down the hall to my mistress's room; he slam the door open and run
in. My heart runs away like water. I think he kill her. But there is
another door from her room to the salon--living-room. She slip into
that room quiet. When the Señor run into her room she run out of the
living-room and down the hall to me. Señorita Bianca try to stop her.
I give Bianca a push, and she sit down hard. I run after my Señorita.
I whisper to her: 'Go to the roof.' I know the roof because the
clothes are dried there.
"Señor Francisco come out of the living-room as my mistress go out the
front door. He telephone downstairs to stop her. He did not think of
the roof. I run hide in my room. When I hear him slam the door I run
out again. I run to the salon and look out of the window. The Señora
and Señorita Bianca lean out of other windows. The Señora say like a
person in a dream: 'What is the matter? Oh, what is the matter?'
Bianca say: 'I think Amèlie has lost her mind!'
"Well, I guess you know what happen after that. From the window I see
Señor Francisco come out and go back again. I see my little mistress
run around the corner and get in a cab,--was it your cab? I see
another cab, and Señor Francisco get in it with two men. Then both
cabs fly away down the Drive. We watch them as far as we can see.
"In half an hour Señor Francisco comes back bringin' Señorita Amèlie
with him. I am sick and frightened. My dear little mistress is like a
wooden woman. She say nothing. They take her to her room. He won't
let me go in to her. He send me to the kitchen. Afterwards he come to
me. He say: 'Where is the book you stole?'
"Well, I am glad he has not got it. But I am weak with fear. I cannot
speak. I only shake my head. He twist my arm till I think I die with
pain. He say: 'The truth! Where is it?' I say: 'I don' know. I give
it to her.'
"He take me by the shoulders and shove me out on the service stairs.
He say 'Get out of here!' with many bad words. He always swear in
English so the Señora not understand. He say: 'If you show your face
here again you'll wish you were dead!' He put me out like that without
a coat to my back. And part me from my little mistress!"
Nina began to weep afresh.
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