The Marshal strode away, leaving Vicious Lucius to the mercy of the women. Harry Squires was nowhere in sight. Mr. Crow looked about in some alarm. His speed noticeably decreased. Fumbling in his coat pocket, he found his police whistle and proceeded to blow a shrill blast upon it. A few moments passed, and then Harry came hurrying around the corner of the house. "Where have you been, dern you?" "I've been in the house chatting with Mrs. Fry," said the reporter. "Is she conscious? Is she able to talk?" "She certainly is. Come on. She wants to see you." Harry Squires grasped his arm and led him toward the kitchen door. Mrs. Fry herself admitted them. She looked most formidable. "Did my daughter Elfaretta ask you to come here and interfere with my private affairs, Anderson Crow?" she demanded. "I am not supposed to answer questions like that, Mrs. Fry," said Anderson with dignity. "I am pleased to inform you, however, that I have succeeded in arrestin' your husband, an' I intend to see to it that he is locked up fer--" "Oh, my goodness!" groaned the gigantic lady, dropping suddenly into a chair and lowering her face into her apron. The Marshal looked at her in astonishment. "You have got to release Vicious Lucius at once," said Harry Squires sternly. "We can't afford to wreck this poor little woman's life." "Little--what's that you said?" stammered the Marshal, still gazing at the ponderous bulk in the chair. "You heard what I said--wreck this poor but proud lady's life. Speak up, Mrs. Fry. Tell the good Marshal all about it." Whereupon the woebegone Mrs. Fry lifted her head and her voice in lamentation. "I knew it couldn't last. I might 'a' knowed something would turn up to spoil it. It was too much to expect. Oh, if you only wouldn't lock him up, Mr. Crow! What will people say when they find out you was able to arrest him single-handed, without a gang o' men to help you? Oh, oh, oh!" Mr. Squires interposed a suggestion just as she was on the verge of sobs. "I dare say we could stage a perfectly realistic struggle between Mr. Fry and Mr. Crow. Mr. Fry could trip Mr. Crow up--all in play, you know; and then I could rush in and grab Mr. Fry from behind while he was letting on as though he was kicking Mr. Crow in the face. The spectators would--" "I won't be a party to any such monkey business!" exclaimed the Marshal in some heat. "What do you take me for? If I arrest Lucius Fry, I'll jest simply pick him up by the coat-collar and--"