"But, if they find you here—," Marc gave it up. Things couldn't get any worse. "I hope you're happy about this." He waved his hand tragically at the cell.
"Well," said Toffee slowly. "I can think of better places. Let's leave."
"And how do you propose to get out of here?"
"You mean they intend to keep us here?"
"It is likely, considering your performance before the judge last night, that we shall rot in this place."
"We'll just have to get out." Toffee's brow wrinkled sternly.
Marc looked grieved but made no reply. After several moments of concentrated thought, his face lit up.
"Now, look Toffee," he said, "You say that you can materialize anywhere. Suppose I doze off for a while, do you suppose you could manage to "come to" outside and get the keys to this trap? After all, they don't have our names, our real ones, on any of the records yet."
"I could do it with my eyes closed," Toffee cried happily.
"Well, don't get fancy about it."