"I'm going to get my invention back. Besides they can't hurt me, and the important thing is to give you a chance to escape."
"Okay," Marc nodded and faded into the dimness behind the crates.
Toffee moved to the nearest stack of boxes, boosted herself atop them and leaned back in an attitude of relaxed languor. She watched from the corner of her eye as the door swung open and the congressman and the thug advanced into the room. She lifted her gaze dreamily to the ceiling and began to hum quietly to herself.
"There she is, boss," the thug said. "There's the dame, up there."
"My word!" Congressman Entwerp said. "Where did Pillsworth ever pick her up?"
"In a Turkish bath, I guess, before they passed out the towels."
Toffee turned slowly and observed the two with heavy disdain.
"Please be quiet," she drawled, "you're disturbing my meditations."
"Where's Pillsworth?" the thug asked.