Family Secrets
An Hope Holmes Adventure Chapter XXXV
Faith Robin
I stood and pulled the revolver out and hid it behind my back as my father stood to his feet. I felt my father's hand take the revolver, and it disappeared from my grip. Moriarty came in with his revolver drawn. At this my father tried to push me out of the way. I didn't let him.
"Hope move," My father muttered to me.
"No," I said quietly, my father tried to step in front of me but then Moriarty pointed the revolver at my chest. I didn't flinch; I stood there defiantly.
"Don't move Mr. Holmes, unless you want her to die," Moriarty said casually as if he were speaking of the weather. My father didn't move. "Get the girl," He ordered Jenkins who was waiting outside for instructions. Jenkins came and grabbed me. Meanwhile the real Dawson brought in a chair and rope. I struggled but then Moriarty pointed the gun at my father's chest and I ceased my silent futile protest.
Jenkins and Dawson tied me to the chair. The ropes were cutting the circulation in my hands but I gave no sign of pain. I ignored the tightening of the ropes; the fear had enclosed my heart in its black cape. I felt their hands move away, Dawson left the room; Jenkins remained behind me welding a knife at my throat.
Satisfied, Moriarty placed the gun into his pocket; Dawson brought two chairs in and set them down, one in front of the other. Moriarty sat into one of them.
"Sit Mr. Holmes," Moriarty said with a sweep of his hand. My father obeyed, the blade was touching my neck. "Now Mr. Holmes I believe you remember the terms in order for me to leave you and your family alone," Moriarty said pulling out a rag from his pocket.
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