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."