Chapter 9Months later, Miss Cindy wrote to me. She described what happened after we left...
In the alley, Mr. Barber saw two fellows by my garage door.
“What’ you doing with that door?” Mr. Barber said to the one who was trying to pick the lock.
“FBI!” the second man shouted. “Who does this garage belong to?”
Surprised, Barber looked at both agents with a mixture of disgust and annoyance. “The lady of the house, I’d say.”
The agent, who had been fiddling the lock, stood up. “Don’t get smart with us. Who is she?”
“A school teacher, if you want to know.”
“Yeah, and we want to know a lot more than that – so who is she?”
“Why don’t you go round and knock on her door to find out, hey?”
Grabbing Barber by the lapels of his jacket and knocking down his cane, the agent slammed his back
