Kellogg's--temporarily Mallin's--secretary seemed to have preceded them by a few seconds; she was standing in front of the desk sputtering incoherently. Mallin, starting to rise from his chair, froze, hunched forward over the desk. Juan Jimenez, standing in the middle of the room, seemed to have seen them first; he was looking about wildly as though for some way of escape. Fane pushed past the secretary and went up to the desk, showing Mallin his badge and then serving the papers. Mallin looked at him in bewilderment. "But we're keeping those Fuzzies for Mr. O'Brien, the Chief Prosecutor," he said. "We can't turn them over without his authorization." "This," Max Fane said gently, "is an order of the court, issued by Chief Justice Pendarvis. As for Mr. O'Brien, I doubt if he's Chief Prosecutor any more. In fact, I suspect that he's in jail. _And that_," he shouted, leaning forward as far as his waistline would permit and banging on the desk with his fist, "_is where I'm going to stuff you, if you don't get those Fuzzies in here and turn them over immediately!_" If Fane had suddenly metamorphosed himself into a damnthing, it couldn't have shaken Mallin more. Involuntarily he cringed from the marshal, and that finished him. "But I can't," he protested. "We don't know exactly where they are at the moment." "You don't know." Fane's voice sank almost to a whisper. "You admit you're holding them here, but you ... don't ... know ... where. _Now start over again; tell the truth this time!_" At that moment, the communication screen began making a fuss. Ruth Ortheris, in a light blue tailored costume, appeared in it. "Dr. Mallin, what _is_ going on here?" she wanted to know. "I just came in from lunch, and a gang of men are tearing my office up. Haven't you found the Fuzzies yet?" "What's that?" Jack yelled. At the same time, Mallin was almost screaming: "Ruth! Shut up! Blank out and get out of the building!" With surprising speed for a man of his girth, Fane whirled and was in front of the screen, holding his badge out. "I'm Colonel Marshal Fane. Now, young woman; I want you up here right away. Don't make me send anybody after you, because I won't like that and neither will you." "Right away, Marshal." She blanked the screen. Fane turned to Mallin. "Now." He wasn't bothering with vocal tricks any more. "Are you going to tell me the truth, or am I going to run you in and put a veridicator on you? Where are those Fuzzies?" "But I don't know!" Mallin wailed. "Juan, you tell him; you took charge of them. I haven't seen them since they were brought here." Jack managed to fight down the fright that was clutching at him and got control of his voice. "If anything's happened to those Fuzzies, you two are going to envy Kurt Borch before I'm through with you," he said. "All right, how about it?" Fane asked Jimenez. "Start with when you and Ham O'Brien picked up the Fuzzies at Central Courts Building last night.