The blonde, for her part, agreed with the concensus, but did not stop at an indignant protest. Doubling up her fist she belted the judge a nasty blow in the eye.
"You mangey old goat!" she shrieked.
The congressman, by now in a veritable frenzy of nervousness, pressed the button again. This time it was Toffee who disappeared. The murmur in the court became still more disturbed. The congressman twiddled the button in the opposite direction.
Miraculously, Toffee appeared behind the bench in the judge's position. She picked up the gavel and banged for attention.
"The court will come to order!" she shrilled happily. "Knock it off, everybody!"
A new kind of hush fell over the room. The congressman, slack-mouthed, looked up at Toffee with the fearful look of a man who has finally been backed to the wall on the question of his own sanity. The judge, nursing a blow on the left ear as another was being addressed to the right, looked up in horror.
"Here!" he yelled. "Get off that bench!"
"Get off that blonde!" Toffee shot back. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself." She whirled about on the trembling congressman. "As for you, you big fat traitor, I want a clean confession and no nonsense."
"I don't have to talk to you," the congressman said uncertainly. "You can't make me say anything."