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?"

"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