"Mr. Marshall—he's in jail."
Mary leaped to her feet and stared with incredulity.
"In jail! What for? How?"
"Caught in a raid. Come on; we've got to hurry."
"How horrible!" exclaimed Mary. "Is he hurt?"
"Only in his feelings," said the valet. "Get your hat; you're needed."
"But—where do you want me to go? What can I do?"
"Bail him out; get him home. We can't let his aunt know about it, can we? We've got to produce him at breakfast, haven't we?"
Mary felt appalled and helpless.
"But how can I bail him?" she asked. "I haven't any property, or any money, or——"