"_Marc Pillsworth!_" Julie screamed. "Who is that woman!" And raising her handbag aloft she proceeded forward with mayhem unmistakably number one on her agenda. Groaning, Marc rose from his chair. "She's going to kill me!" Meanwhile, the doctors had also caught sight of Marc. "There he is!" the first doctor said. "We'd better close in on him fast." "It's amazing," the second doctor mused. "The man must be living sheerly on the energy of hysteria. He should have been dead hours ago." He turned to the third doctor. "Do you have the chloroform ready?" The doctor nodded and exhibited a can and a large sponge. "Wait till the Medical Association hears about this," he said excitedly. "They'll never believe it!" Thus armed, the men in white pressed forward close in the wake of Julie. Marc retreated in confusion toward the bench. "They're all after me!" he cried. "I can't stand much more of this. If just one more character tries to kill me...!" * * * * * The doors of the court swung open and a tall, grim-lipped man barged into the room and down the aisle. He was carrying a large meat axe. Across the room the blonde leaped joyously from her chair. "Darling!" she yelled and ran to meet him. They came together in a tight clinch just inside the gate. "How did you find me, honey?" "Bureau of Missing Persons," the man said cryptically. "Where is he?" "Who, sweet?" "This creep who kidnapped you. Point him out." The blonde glanced around. "That's him," she said, pointing, "the one with all those people following him." The man observed Marc's retreating figure with a professional eye. "Not much meat on him," he judged, "especially around the shank." He shoved the blonde aside. "This'll only take a second." "Mother in heaven!" Toffee cried, "the whole population is out to get you." She pulled Marc out of reach of Julie's bag as it made a broad swipe at his head. "Come on, let's join the judge!" Together, they raced around the bench and started to mount to the chair. "Get away!" the judge screamed, taking in the ranks of Marc's attackers. "Don't come up here!" "Sorry," Toffee said, leaping lightly up beside him and snatching up the gavel. "This is total war!" Marc gaining the bench, turned his attention to Julie. "Please, dear!" he cried. "There's nothing to be sore about!" "Oh, isn't there?" Julie gritted. "What about that naked little trull you're with?" She hefted the bag anew. "Let me at him!" the enraged butcher bellowed from the flank. "I'll get him if I have to hack that bench away around him!" In answer, Toffee brandished the gavel in a wide gesture of defiance which terminated solidly on the side of the judge's nose. "Ouch!" the judge roared, grabbing his face with both hands. "Clear the court!" "Hell!" the butcher yelled. "I'm going to smear the court with that lousy kidnapper!"