them now. The intention of the lifted upper lip was too palpable.
"Gur-reat stars above!" murmured Breede. "She says she's got it all reasoned out!" There was something almost plaintive in his tones; he shuddered. Then he rallied bravely once more.
"Tell you, no time nonsense. Busy."
But he seemed to know he was beaten. He listened again, then wilted.
"What next?" he demanded of Bean.
"Ask her!"
"Nice mess you got me into!"
Bean sneered resolutely at the cuffs. Again the telephone tinkled.
Breede listened and horror grew on his face.
"Now she's told her mother," he muttered. "My God!"
The transmitter was an excellent one, and Bean caught notes of hysteria. Julia was fussing back there.
"Now, now!" urged Breede. "No good. Better lie down. She says she's got it all reasoned out, don't I tell you?" He put a throttling hand over the anguished voice, and looked dumbly at Bean. He noted the evil sneer and traced it to the cuffs. Slowly he hung up the receiver and took one of the cuffs in his hands.
"Wha's matter these cuffs?" he demanded with a show of his true spirit.
"Right enough. Cuffs all right, if you like that kind. But why don't you wear 'em on like this?" He luminously exposed his left
