Toffee shrugged. "Somewhere around, I suppose."
"Okay, sister," the thug growled, "cut out the jazz. Where is he?"
"You're sure you want to know?"
"We insist," Congressman Entwerp said.
"Then just step nearer," Toffee said with an airy wave, "and feast your eyes. You will find Mr. Pillsworth—more or less—on the floor, just to the right of these boxes. I'm sure you'll excuse him if he doesn't rise to greet you."
Warily, the two men edged closer. Then suddenly the thug, catching sight of George in his disconnected condition, stopped short. His mouth worked soundlessly, and his eyes rolled loosely in their sockets. The congressman, not yet aware of George, looked at him.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked shortly. "Why are you standing there making faces? Stop that and...!"
The tirade ended abruptly as the congressman's gaze fell to George. He lost his breath in a thin wheeze.
For a long moment the two men simply goggled, then slowly they turned away.
"You fool!" the congressman screamed. "I only told you to finish him off, not to hack him up into cutlets!"