"Not everything," Toffee said. "Leave the racy personal stuff for another time."
The congressman reached out the gadget and dropped it on the bench. Toffee picked it up as he followed that contribution with a key.
"There's the key to the storeroom," the congressman said, "and the one to the private files. And here's a list of the members of the organization." He started as Rooney stepped forward and took him by the arm.
"Take him away," Toffee said blithely. "Find him a cell with lots of padding. And take his body-guard too."
As the congressman and the thug disappeared in the custody of Rooney, Toffee mashed out her cigar, quitted the bench and proceeded across the court where the blonde was still throttling the judge.
"Better let him up, honey," she advised gently. "He's turning a very nasty blue."
The blonde stopped to consider the judge's complexion and let him drop to the floor.
"Loathsome old bore!" she hissed as he sat up and rubbed his neck, then got to his feet and tottered off toward the bench. "That'll teach you next time."
Toffee moved on to Marc. "Well, don't just sit there," she said, "Let's get at it."