here was no bird outside nor was there a trace of
any in the snow on the window sill. Could the wind have blown away the
tracks so soon, or was it really my sick brain that appeared to see this
tropical bird in the midst of the snow? It is Tuesday to-day; from now
on I will carefully count the days--the days that still remain to me.

"This morning I asked the old woman about the parrot. She only smiled
and her smile made me terribly afraid. The thought that this thing which
is happening to me, this thing that I took to be a crime, may be only
a necessity--the thought fills me with horror! Am I in a prison? or is
this the cell of an insane asylum? Am I the victim of a villain? or am I
really mad? My pulse is quickening, but my memory is quite clear; I can
look back over every incident in my life.

"She has just taken away my food. I asked her to bring me only eggs as I
was afraid of everything else. She promised that she would do it.

"Are they looking for me? My guardian is Theodore Fellner, Cathedral
Lane, 14. My own name is Asta Langen.

"They took away my travelling bag, but they did not find this little
book and the tiny bottle of perfume which I had in the pocket of my
dress. And I found this old pen and a little ink in a drawer of the
writing table in my room.

"Wednesday. The stranger was here again to-day. I recognised his soft
voice. He spoke to the woman in the hall outside my room. I listened,
but I could catch only a few words. 'To-morrow evening--I will come
myself--no responsibility for you.' Were these words meant for me? Are
they going to take me away? Where will they take me? Then they do not
dare to kill me here? My head is burning hot. I have not dared to drink
a drop of liquid for four days. I dare not take anything into which they
might have put some drug or some poison.

"Who could have such an interest in my death? It cannot be because of
the fortune which is to be mine when I come of age; for if I die, my
father has willed it to various charitable institutions. I have no
relatives, at least none who could inherit my money. I had never harmed
any one; who can wish for my death?

"There is somebody with her, somebody was listening at the door. I have
a feeling as if I was being watched. And yet--I examined the door, but
there is no crack anywhere and the key is in the lock. Still I seem to
feel a burning glance resting on me. Ah! the parrot! is this another
delusion? Oh God, let it end soon!