The Fall of a Dictator by Arthur Gask — Read

Brendon slept quite soundly that night and did not wake until he heard the pinging of an electric bell in the lower part of the house. Then, from the attic window, he saw the woman go up the drive and return with what he imagined must be a jug of milk. A few minutes later the man appeared in the garden and, fetching a hoe from the shed, proceeded to work among a bed of carnations. Then, presently, he heard the woman come up the stairs, and the sounds of doors being opened and windows thrown up followed. But she was quite quick about it, and soon he heard her movements again in the kitchen.

Then followed a very peaceful week for Brendon and it was not even a monotonous one for, getting to know the exact routine of the daily life of the couple in charge, he soon took to going about the house quite fearlessly and even to borrowing books from the shelves of the well-stocked library.