Her wrists were quickly handcuffed, and the florid policeman escorted her to the police car. He shoved her into the back seat. She didn't move, didn't think. The world seemed frozen. It didn't begin to thaw again until the second squad car and the ambulances arrived. They came slowly, without sirens or flashing lights. She wondered why they came so casually. The florid policeman returned to the car. "All dead," he said. "Even poor little Kippie." Silently they drove the deserted streets. She looked out at the buildings, knowing the people inside them soon would be shocked by the news of the stars' deaths. When they reached police headquarters, she had to run to keep up with the florid policeman as he pulled her up the stone steps. They walked endless corridors, gray and gloomy, until they emerged into a small, dim room. A man in a tweed coat, who smoked a pipe and spoke suavely, stepped from the group of men in street clothes. "Did you kill them?" he asked. "Don't be afraid to tell me. I only want to know if you killed them." She nodded. "Certainly I did it." He took her purse from the uniformed policeman and removed the gun. "But why, tell me. Were you jealous of Alice, perhaps?" His pipe jumped as he smiled confidentially. "Certainly not!" she said. "I did it to save the human race from suicide." The men smiled, amused. "Lock her up until we decide," the man in tweed instructed the florid policeman. He gave her the purse, minus the gun. * * * * * A bony, disapproving matron led her to a cell and locked her into it. Amanda requested pencil and paper. The matron frowned but brought them. Placing the paper against her purse, she began composing a statement to the press, making clear her motives. The filmed sequence still played on the small Wall opposite her cell. She glanced up occasionally at the faces and smiled. She had almost completed the statement when the filmed sequence ended. The small, oily emcee appeared upon the Wall. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said. She waited expectantly for the death announcement. "Our stars!" He flung out his arms dramatically. And the four stars pranced, smiling, across the Wall. Kippie, Bass, Alice and Lester. Amanda jumped to the bars. It was not a film. "Matron!" she screamed. "Matron!" Frantically she stared at the four actors whom she had murdered and who were alive and smiling. "Matron!" The bony matron unlocked the cell. "Come with me." "Matron, I killed them. I shot them!" "Come with me." The matron led her into a small, dim room. The tweedy man smiled confidentially around his pipe. "Are you ready to go home, Mrs. Davis?" "But I murdered them. You have to keep me here!" She tried to catch the lapels of his suit. He smiled again. "Who did you murder, Mrs. Davis?" "All of them. You know I did it. I shot them, and they were all dead. He said so--the policeman." Her hands shook.