get out--I want to get out."

"Don't cry, Judy," advised Anne soothingly, "the Judge has called
Perkins and he is coming down now."

Perkins emerged into the light of the lower hallway in a state of
informal attire and unsettled temper. His dignity was his stock in
trade, and how could one be dignified in an old overcoat and bedroom
slippers? But the Judge's summons had been peremptory and there had
been no time for the niceties of toilet in which Perkins' orderly soul
revelled.

"There ain't no other key," he said, severely. "I guess we will have
to wait until mornin', sir."

"But we can't wait until morning," raged the Judge, "the young lady
will freeze."

"Oh, no, sir," said Perkins, loftily, "oh, no, sir, she won't freeze.
Nothing freezes in that there box, sir."

"Well, she will die of cold," said the Judge. "Don't be a blockhead,
Perkins, we have got to get her out now--at once--Perkins."

"All right, sir," said Perkins, "then I'll have to go for a locksmith,
sir--"

"Can't you take off the lock?" asked the Judge.

Perkins drew himself up. "That's not my work, sir," he said, stiffly,