The judge laughed immoderately. "Oh, Congressman!" he gasped, wiping his eyes. "You always were a wit!"
Toffee frowned her disapproval. "This is worse than television," she said.
"What am I going to do?" Marc said. "I can't let him get away with it. I'll wind up in an asylum while he sells the whole country down the river."
Toffee nodded morosely. "We've got to think of something," she said. "If they won't listen to sense, I guess the only thing to do is resort to madness."
"How do you mean?"
"Trade seats with me," Toffee said. "I want to talk to George."
"It won't do any good. He won't listen to sense any more than the rest of them."
"That's all right," Toffee said. "What I have in mind is more nonsense—and a little hypnotism."
"Hypnotism?"
"Uh-huh. I told you I've been studying. Come on, trade."