assive affair, almost like a small room. It was in
a remote corner of the lower hallway, and its walls were thick and
impenetrable.

"Let me out, oh, let me out," came in muffled tones, as the Judge and
Anne came up.

"My dear child, my dear child," said the Judge, "how could you do such
a thing?"

"I shall freeze. I shall freeze," wailed Judy.

"Are you very cold, Judy?" shivered Anne, sympathetically.

"It's so dark--and damp. Let me out, let me out," and Judy's voice
rose to a shriek.

"Now, my dear, be calm," advised the Judge, whose hands were shaking
with nervousness, "I shall call Perkins--yes, I really think I shall
have to call Perkins--" and he hurried through the hall to the speaking
tubes.

"Is there anything to eat in there?" Anne asked through the keyhole.

"Lots of things," said Judy. "I lighted a match as I came in, and
there are lots of things. But I don't want anything to eat--I want to
get out--I want to get out."

"Don't cry, Judy," advised Anne soothingly, "the Judge has called
Perkins and he is coming down now."

Perkins emerged into the light of the lower hallway in a state of
informal attire and unsettled temper. His dignity was his stock in
trade, and how could one be dignified in an old overcoat and bedroom
slippers? But the Judge's summons had been peremptory and there had
been no time for the niceties of toilet in which Perkins' orderly soul
revelled.

"There ain't no other key," he said, severely. "I guess we will have
to wait until mornin', sir."

"But we can't wait until morning," raged the Judge, "the young lady
will freeze."

"Oh, no, sir," said Perkins, loftily, "oh, no, sir, she won't freeze.
Nothing freezes in that there box, sir."

"Well, she will die of cold," said the Judge. "Don't be a blockhead,
Perkins, we have got to get her out now--at once--Perkins."

"All right, sir," said Perkins, "then I'll have to go for a locksmith,
sir--"

"Can't you take off the lock?" asked the Judge.

Perkins drew himself up. "That's not my work, sir," he said, stiffly,
"no, sir, I can't take off no locks, sir," and so the Judge had to be
content, while the independent Perkins hunted up a locksmith and
brought him to the scene of disaster.

It was a white and somewhat cowed Judy that came out of the ice-box.

"Make her a cup of strong coffee, Perkins," commanded the Judge, as he
received the woebegone heroine in his arms, "and take it up to her
room, with somethin