The discussion went no further, for suddenly there were sounds of approaching pursuit from above. Grabbing Toffee's arm, Marc raced ahead, down the hall and around another corner. A third set of footsteps continued to sound in their wake.
"He's still with us," Toffee panted.
"The vulture," Marc said. "He's just hoping they'll catch me. Run faster."
Renewing their efforts, they left behind another stretch of corridor, turned another corner. There they stopped abruptly. Ahead a group of orderlies loomed before them.
"That's them!" a young athletic type yelled. "That's Pillsworth!"
"To hell with Pillsworth!" a companion responded. "Get the dame! She's practically all skin, just like they said!"
Marc and Toffee darted back around the corner.
"Surrounded!" Toffee panted. "I think that sums up the situation."
"What'll we do?" Marc asked confusedly.