ən ˈwɒt ˈðen
ju məs ˈliːv ˈðæt tə ˈmiː || aɪv
ɔːˈredi əˈreɪnʤd | ˈwɒts tu əˈkɜː || ðəz ˈəʊnli ˈwʌm ˈpɔɪnt
| ɒn ˈwɪʧ aɪ ˈmʌst ɪnˈsɪst || ju məs ˈnɒt ˈɪntəˈfɪə | ˈkʌm ˈwɒp ˈmeɪ
|| ju ˈʌndəˈstænd ||
aɪm tə bi ˈnjuːtrəl
tə ˈduː ˈnʌθɪŋ wɒtˈevə || ðəl
ˈprɒbəbli ˈbiː sʌm ˈsmɔːl ʌmˈplezn̩tnəs || ˈduː ˈnɒt ˈdʒɔɪn ˈɪn
ɪt || ɪtl̩ ˈend ɪm maɪ ˈbiːɪŋ kənˈveɪd | ɪntə ðə ˈhaʊs || ˈfɔːr ə
ˈfaɪv ˈmɪnɪts ˈɑːftəwədz | ðə ˈsɪtɪŋ ˈruːm ˈwɪndəʊ əl ˈəʊpən ||
jɔː tə ˈsteɪʃn̩ jəˈself | ˈkləʊs tə ðæt ˈəʊpən ˈwɪndəʊ
ˈjes
jɔː tə ˈwɒʧ fə ˈmiː | fər ˈaɪl
bi ˈvɪzəbl̩ ˈtuː ju
ˈjes
ən ˈwen aɪ ˈreɪz maɪ ˈhænd | ˈsəʊ
| jul ˈθrəʊ ɪntə ðə ˈruːm | ˈwɒt aɪ ˈɡɪv ju tə ˈθrəʊ | ən ˈwɪl
| ət ðə ˈseɪm ˈtaɪm | ˈreɪz ðə ˈkraɪ əv ˈfaɪə || ju ˈkwaɪt ˈfɒləʊ
mi
ɪnˈtaɪəli
ɪts ˈnʌθɪŋ ˈveri fəˈmɪdəbl̩ i
ˈsed | ˈteɪkɪŋ ə ˈlɒŋ sɪˈɡɑː ˈʃeɪpt ˈrəʊl frəm ɪz ˈpɒkɪt || ɪts ən
ˈɔːdn̩ri ˈplʌməz ˈsməʊk ˈrɒkɪt | ˈfɪtɪd wɪð ə ˈkæp ət ˈaɪðər ˈend
| tə ˈmeɪk ɪt ˈself ˈlaɪtɪŋ || jɔː ˈtɑːsk ɪz kənˈfaɪn tə ˈðæt |
ˈwen ju ˈreɪz jɔː ˈkraɪ əv ˈfaɪə | ɪtl̩ bi ˈteɪkən ˈʌp | baɪ
ˈkwaɪt ə ˈnʌmbər ə ˈpiːpl̩ || ju meɪ ˈðen ˈwɔːk | tə ði ˈend ə ðə
ˈstriːt | ən ˈaɪl riˈʤɔɪn ju | ɪn ˈtem ˈmɪnɪts || aɪ ˈhəʊp
ðət aɪv ˈmeɪb məˈself ˈklɪə
aɪm tə rɪˈmeɪn ˈnjuːtrəl | tə
ˈɡet ˈnɪə ðə ˈwɪndəʊ | tə ˈwɒʧ ju | ən ˈæt ðə ˈsɪɡnəl | tə
ˈθrəʊ ɪn ðɪs ˈɒbʤekt | ˈðen tə ˈreɪz ðə ˈkraɪ əv ˈfaɪə | ən tə
ˈweɪʧu ət ðə ˈkɔːnər ə ðə ˈstriːt
prəˈsaɪsli
ðen ju meɪ ɪnˈtaɪəli rɪˈlaɪ ɒm
mi
ˈðæts ˈeksələnt || aɪ ˈθɪŋk
pəˈhæps | ðət ɪts ɔːˈməʊs ˈtaɪm | ðət aɪ prɪˈpeə fə ðə ˈnjuː ˈrəʊl
aɪ ˈhæv tə ˈpleɪ
“And what then?”
“You must leave that
to me. I have already arranged what is to occur. There is only one point on
which I must insist. You must not interfere, come what may. You understand?”
“I am to be neutral?”
“To do nothing
whatever. There will probably be some small unpleasantness. Do not join in it.
It will end in my being conveyed into the house. Four or five minutes
afterwards the sitting-room window will open. You are to station yourself close
to that open window.”
“Yes.”
“You are to watch me,
for I will be visible to you.”
“Yes.”
“And when I raise my
hand—so—you will throw into the room what I give you to throw, and will, at the
same time, raise the cry of fire. You quite follow me?”
“Entirely.”
“It is nothing very
formidable,” he said, taking a long cigar-shaped roll from his pocket. “It is
an ordinary plumber's smoke-rocket, fitted with a cap at either end to make it
self-lighting. Your task is confined to that. When you raise your cry of fire,
it will be taken up by quite a number of people. You may then walk to the end
of the street, and I will rejoin you in ten minutes. I hope that I have made
myself clear?”
“I am to remain
neutral, to get near the window, to watch you, and at the signal to throw in
this object, then to raise the cry of fire, and to wait you at the corner of
the street.”
“Precisely.”
“Then you may
entirely rely on me.”
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