Then he lets go, and I catch him as best I can. He lowers himself down as far as possible. With relief I see Algernon’s curly head appear, and in less than a moment, he, too, is over the edge, his strong hands grasping at the windowsill. The jeweled pin is safe.Ī shot rings out, and my eyes fly frantically to the window above. I stand and shake myself, feel in my pockets. Then he lets go, and I fall onto the cobblestones below. I look up into his green eyes, and he gives me a wicked grin. I tumble out, and then halt abruptly in my descent as his hand grips mine. Before I can change my mind, Algernon pushes me over. We are only one story up, but even from this height, the drop looks menacing. Without questioning him, I throw one leg over the sill. He grabs my hand and hauls me toward the window. In the next instant, Algernon is at the window, throwing open the sash and pushing back the shutters. Quickly, we stuff the jewelry into our pockets. What are we to do? There is only one set of stairs out of here, and already I can hear the homeowner’s feet pounding up our one means of escape. He pauses, two pearl earbobs in his palm. The homeowner has come back, and we are about to be discovered robbing him. “Mon Dieu, I will kill you, you ruffians!”Ī man’s voice booms from below, and my heart leaps to my throat. You are one tough girl and Boston Strong. For Liza Drury Duble: Your courage under fire and your resiliency under pressure are awe-inspiring.
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