VOICES Pee-wee, the irrepressible, was subdued at last.

In gaping amazement he watched the Justice cross from the 'phone to the table, sit down, and begin to write.

The demeanor of the Justice was anything but dramatic; he was calm, matter of fact, as if this were no more than he had expected.
"What do you mean, it's--in--his garage ?" Pee-wee stammered.

He was not at all defiant now.

"Are you--were you talking--are you sure it was him ?" There was a note of sincerity, of honest surprise, in his voice which the Justice did not miss.