And suddenly the two were gone, faded into the shadows. Shaking her head, Julie turned back to the study to replace the papers in the desk. Then she stopped as a sharp scream of terror came from the kitchen; the awful brothers had evidently discovered Marie. Julie was just returning from the desk when the telephone rang. Without waiting for Marie, who was probably in no condition to talk at the moment anyway, she continued to the hallway and answered it herself. "Mrs. Pillsworth?" a male voice inquired heavily. "This is the police." "Police?" Julie said. Her first thought turned instantly toward Marc. "My husband! Has something happened to Marc?" "I'll say, lady," the voice replied. "He's been arrested." "Arrested? What for?" "Well, I don't know how to tell you, lady. It sounds silly, and you ain't going to believe it, but he was run in for attacking a statue." "Attacking a statue!" "That's what the description says. That an' a lot more that I can't repeat on the telephone. It seems like him and this little redheaded hell-cat...." "Oh!" Julie broke in frigidly. "So she's mixed up in it, is she!" Then suddenly the look of anger faded from Julie's face and became one of pure astonishment. As she had been talking, her attention had been drawn to the living room doorway by a movement there. Now, her eyes wide, she stared at a bottle suspended in thin air. Even as she watched, it moved a bit, tilted inquisitively, almost as though it were eavesdropping. Julie closed her eyes tightly and turned away. She had to get a grip on herself before her nerves gave way completely. She tightened her hold on the telephone. "You tell my husband," she said, "that he can rot in jail for all I care. I'm going to Reno." She hung up, passed a trembling hand over her forehead. For a long moment she stood perfectly still. Then, slowly, she turned and forced herself to look at the doorway. As she stared, her face draining white, the bottle tilted smartly and emptied the slight remains of its contents into thin air. There was a moment of electric silence, then the hallway resounded from end to end with the rumblings of an unrestrained burp. With a smothered cry, Julie sank limply to the floor.... CHAPTER VI "Oh, my word!" the judge said, lifting haunted eyes from the report. "Do you mean this Pillsworth fellow actually did all that to a statue? Before witnesses? It fairly makes my hair stand on end." "He did that and more," the prosecuting attorney said. "Pillsworth is no ordinary man." "Either that," the judge said, "or that statue is no ordinary statue. Where is this fellow? I can hardly wait to get a look at him." "No, Your Honor," the attorney said. "I didn't mean that. Actually, nothing happened to the statue." "Put up a good fight, did she? Good for her." "What I mean to say," the attorney went on patiently, "is that the statue is perfectly all right."