He was waked by a shriek that seemed to come from the depths of the earth.
"What—is the matter, what's the matter, my dear?" he cried, starting up.
There was another subdued shriek, then a hysterical giggle.
"Judy is shut up in the ice-box," announced Anne, hurrying up from the basement.
"Bless my soul," ejaculated the Judge.
"We hunted around and found the key," explained Anne, as the Judge stumped distractedly through the lower hall, "and Judy unlocked the door of the ice-box and got inside, and she still had the key in her hand, and I hit the door accidentally and it slammed on her, and it has a spring lock and we can't open it."
"Bless my soul," said the Judge again.
The ice-box was a massive 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?"