uiet。　the　clock　struck　quarter　to　ten。　the　color　had　drained　from　our　faces；　but　we　remained　calm；　even　though　we　were　afraid。　where　were　the　men？　what　was　that　bang？　were　they　fighting　with　the　burglars？　we　were　too　scared　to　think；　all　we　could　do　was　wait。
  ten　oclock；　footsteps　on　the　stairs。　father；　pale　and　nervous；　came　inside；　followed　by　mr。　van　daan。　〃lights　out；　tiptoe　upstairs；　were　expecting　the　police！〃　there　wasnt　time　to　be　scared。　the　lights　were　switched　off；　i　grabbed　a　jacket；　and　we　sat　down　upstairs。
  〃what　happened？　tell　us　quickly！鈥?br />
  there　was　no　one　to　tell　us；　the　men　had　gone　back　downstairs。　the　four　of　them　didnt　e　back　up　until　ten　past　ten。　two　of　them　kept　watch　at　peters　open　window。　the　door　to　the　landing　was　locked；　the　book…　case　shut。　we　draped　a　sweater　over　our　night…light；　and　then　they　told　us　what　had　happened：
  peter　was　on　the　landing　when　he　heard　two　loud　bangs。　he　went　downstairs　and　saw　that　a　large　panel　was　missing　from　the　left　half　of　the　warehouse　door。　he　dashed　upstairs；　alerted　the　〃home　guard；〃　and　the　four　of　them　went　downstairs。　when　they　entered　the　warehouse；　the　burglars　were　going　about　their　business。　without　thinking；　mr。　van　daan　yelled　〃police！〃　hur…　ried　footsteps　outside；　the　burglars　had　fled。　the　board　was　put　back　in　the　door　so　the　police　wouldnt　notice　the　gap；　but　then　a　swift　kick　from　outside　sent　it　flying　to　the　floor。　the　men　were　amazed　at　the　burglars　audacity。　both　peter　and　mr。　van　daan　felt　a　murderous　rage　e　over　them。　mr。　van　daan　slammed　an　ax　against　the　floor；　and　all　was　quiet　again。　once　more　the　panel　was　re…　placed；　and　once　more　the　attempt　was　foiled。　outside；　a　man　and　a　woman　shone　a　glaring　flashlight　through　the　opening；　lighting　up　the　entire　warehouse。　〃what　the　。　。　。〃　mumbled　one　of　the　men；　but　now　their　roles　had　been　reversed。　instead　of　policemen；　they　were　now　burglars。　all　four　of　them　raced　upstairs。　dussel　and　mr。
  van　daan　snatched　up　dussels　books；　peter　opened　the　doors　and　windows　in　the　kitchen　and　private　office；　hurled　the　phone　to　the　ground；　and　the　four　of　them　finally　ended　up　behind　the　bookcase。
  end　of　part　one　in　all　probability　the　man　and　woman　with　the　flashlight　had　alerted　the　police。　it　was　sunday　night；　easter　sunday。　the　next　day；　easter　monday；　the　office　was　going　to　be　closed；　which　meant　we　wouldnt　be　able　to　move　around　until　tuesday　morning。
  think　of　it；　having　to　sit　in　such　terror　for　a　day　and　two　nights！　we　thought　of　nothing；　but　simply　sat　there　in　pitch　darkness　　in　her　fear；　mrs。　van　d。　had　switched　off　the　lamp。　we　whispered；　and　every　time　we　heard　a　creak；　someone　said；　〃shh；　shh。鈥?br />
  it　was　ten…thirty；　then　eleven。　not　a　sound。　father　and　mr。　van　daan　took　turns　ing　upstairs　to　us。　then；　at　eleven…fifteen；　a　noise　below。　up　above　you　could　hear　the　whole　family　breathing。　for　the　rest；　no　one　moved　a　muscle。　footsteps　in　the　house；　the　private　office；　the　kitchen；　then。　。　。　on　the　staircase。　all　sounds　of　breathing　stopped；　eight　hearts　pounded。　foot…　steps　on　the　stairs；　then　a　rattling　at　the　bookcase。　this　moment　is　indescribable。
  〃now　were　done　for；〃　i　said；　and　i　had　visions　of　all　fifteen　of　us　being　dragged　away　by　the　gestapo　that　very　night。
  more　rattling　at　the　bookcase；　twice。　then　we　heard　a　can　fall；　and　the　footsteps　receded。　we　were　out　of　danger；　so　far！　a　shiver　went　though　everyones　body；　i　heard　several　sets　of　teeth　chattering；　no　one　said　a　word。　we　stayed　like　this　until　eleven…thirty。
  there　were　no　more　sounds　in　the　house；　but　a　light　was　shining　on　our　landing；　right　in　front　of　the　bookcase。　was　that　because　the　police　thought　it　looked　so　suspicious　or　because　they　simply　forgot？　was　anyone　going　to　e　back　and　turn　it　off？　we　found　our　tongues　again。
  there　were　no　longer　any　people　inside　the　building；　but　perhaps　someone　was　standing　guard　outside。　we　then　did　three　things：　tried　to　guess　what　was　going　on；　trembled　with　fear　and　went　to　the　bathroom。　since　the　buckets　were　in　the　attic；　all　we　had　was　peters　metal　wastepaper　basket。　mr。　van　daan　went　first；　then　father；　but　mother　was　too　embarrassed。　father　brought　the　waste…　basket　to　the　next　room；　where　margot；　mrs。　van　daan　and　i　gratefully　made　use　of　it。　mother　finally　gave　in。
  there　was　a　great　demand　for　paper；　and　luckily　i　had　some　in　my　pocket。
  the　wastebasket　stank；　everything　went　on　in　a　whisper；　and　we　were　exhausted。　it　was　midnight。
  〃lie　down　on　the　floor　and　go　to　sleep！〃　margot　and　i　were　each　given　a　pillow　and　a　blanket。　margot　lay　down　near　the　food　cupboard；　and　i　made　my　bed　between　the　table　legs。　the　smell　wasnt　quite　so　bad　when　you　were　lying　on　the　floor；　but　mrs。
  van　daan　quietly　went　and　got　some　powdered　bleach　and　draped　a　dish　towel　over　the　potty　as　a　further　precaution。
  talk；　whispers；　fear；　stench；　farting　and　people　continually　going　to　the　bathroom；　try　sleeping　through　that！　by　two…thirty；　however；　i　was　so　tired　i　dozed　off　and　didnt　hear　a　thing　until　three…thirty。　i　woke　up　when　mrs。　van　d。　lay　her　head　on　my　feet。
  〃for　heavens　sake；　give　me　something　to　put　on！〃　i　said。　i　was　handed　some　clothes；　but　dont　ask　what：　a　pair　of　wool　slacks　over　my　pajamas；　a　red　sweater　and　a　black　skirt；　white　understockings　and　tattered　kneesocks。
  mrs。　van　d。　sat　back　down　on　the　chair；　and　mr。　van　d。　lay　down　with　his　head　on　my　feet。　from　three…　thirty　onward　i　was　engrossed　in　thought；　and　still　shiver…　ing　so　much　that　mr。　van　daan　couldnt　sleep。　i　was　preparing　myself　for　the　return　of　the　police。　wed　tell　them　we　were　in　hiding；　if　they　were　good　people；　wed　be　safe；　and　if　they　were　nazi　sympathizers；　we　could　try　to　bribe　them！
  〃we　should　hide　the　radio！〃　moaned　mrs。　van　d。
  〃sure；　in　the　stove；〃　answered　mr。　van　d。　〃if　they　find　us；　they　might　as　well　find　the　radio！鈥?br />
  〃then　theyll　also　find　annes　diary；〃　added　father。
  〃so　burn　it；〃　suggested　the　most　terrified　of　the　group。
  this　and　the　police　rattling　on　the　bookcase　were　the　moments　when　i　was　most　afraid。　oh；　not　my　diary；　if　my　diary　goes；　i　go　too！　thank　goodness　father　didnt　say　anything　more。
  theres　no　point　in　recounting　all　the　conversations；　so　much　was　said。　i　forted　mrs。　van　daan；　who　was　very　frightened。　we　talked　about　escaping；　being　interrogated　by　the　gestapo；　phoning　mr。　kleiman　and　being　courageous。
  〃we　must　behave　like　soldiers；　mrs。　van　daan。　if　our　time　has　e；　well　then；　itll　be　for　queen　and　country；　for　freedom；　truth　and　justice；　as　theyre　always　telling　us　on　the　radio。　the　only　bad　thing　is　that　well　drag　the　others　down　with　us！鈥?br />
  after　an　hour　mr。　van　daan　switched　places　with　his　wife　again；　and　father　came　and　sat　beside　me。　the　men　smoked　one　cigarette　after　another；　an　occasional　sigh　was　heard；　somebody　made　another　trip　to　the　potty；　and　then　everything　began　allover　again。
  four　oclock；　five；　five…thirty。　i　went　and　sat　with　peter　by　his　window　and　listened；　so　close　we　could　feel　each　others　bodies　trembling；　we　spoke　a　word　or　two　from　time　to　time　and　listened　intently。　next　door　they　took　down　the　blackout　screen。
  they　made　a　list　of　everything　they　were　planning　to　tell　mr。　kleiman　over　the　phone；　because　they　intended　to　call　him　at　seven　and　ask　him　to　send　someone　over。　they　were　taking　a　big　chance；　since　the　police　guard　at　the　door　or　in　the　warehouse　might　hear　them　calling；　but　there　was　an　even　greater　risk　that　the　police　would　return。
  im　enclosing　their　list；　but　for　the　sake　of　clarity；　ill　copy　it　here。
  buralary：　police　in　building；　up　to　bookcase；　but　no　farther。　burglars　apparently　interrupted；　forced　warehouse　door；　fled　through　garden。　main　entrance　bolted；　kugler　must　have　left　through　second　door。
  typewriter　and　adding　machine　safe　in　black　chest　in　private　office。
  mieps　or　beps　laundry　in　washtub　in　kitchen。
  only　bep　or　kugler　have　key　to　second　door；　lock　may　be　broken。
  try　to　warn　jan　and　get　key；　look　around　office；　also　feed　cat。
  for　the　rest；　everything　went　according　to　plan。　mr。　kleiman　was　phoned；　the　poles　were　removed　from　the　doors；　the　typewriter　was　put　back　in　the　chest。　then　we　all　sat　around　the　table　again　and　waited　for　either　jan　or　the　police。
  peter　had　dropped　off　to　sleep　and　mr。　van　daan　anne　frank　and　i　were　lying　on　the　floor　when　we　heard　loud　footsteps　below。　i　got　up　quietly。　〃its　jan！鈥?br />
  〃no；　no；　its　the　police！〃　they　all　said。
  there　was　a　knocking　at　our　bookcase。　miep　whis…　tled。　this　was　too　much　for　mrs。
  van　daan；　who　sank　limply　in　her　chair；　white　as　a　sheet。　if　the　tension　had　lasted　another　minute；　she　would　have　fainted。
  jan　and　miep　came　in　and　were　met　with　a　delightful　scene。　the　table　alone　would　have　been　worth　a　photograph：　a　copy　of　cinema　&。。　theater；　opened　to　a　page　of　dancing　girls　and　smeared　with　jam　and　pectin；　which　wed　been　taking　to　bat　the　diarrhea；　two　jam　jars；　half　a　bread　roll；　a　quarter　of　a　bread　roll；　pectin；　a　mirror；　a　b；　matches；　ashes；　cigarettes；　tobacco；　an　ashtray；　books；　a　pair　of　underpants；　a
  flashlight；　mrs。　van　daans　b；　toilet　paper；　etc。
  jan　and　miep　were　of　course　greeted　with　shouts　and　tears。　jan　nailed　a　pinewood　board　over　the　gap　in　the　door　and　went　off　again