Malcolm was now terribly atraid. If I am in trouble, I will not be able to ring the alarm bell, he thought to himself. If anything happens to me, I will not be able to call for help. Malcolm sat down at the table,but he was not able to read his books. The room was still still silent. He looked up again at the painting. He shut his eyed and ribbed them. Then he looked at the painting onece again. 'If can't be true,' he shouted out loudly in the empty room. He looked at the painting. The fireplace and the rope were still there. And the high-backed chair was in the painting too. But the hlgh-backed chair in the painting was empty. There was no one sitting in it. The judge in the painting had disappeared.