"But I didn't!" the thug said shakenly. "He was all right when I locked him in here."
"Then, who...!"
Together, the two of them turned and regarded Toffee with incredulous eyes. Toffee returned their stares with innocent directness.
"Yes, gentlemen?" she murmured.
"Did you...?" the congressman began, then broke off with a shudder.
"Did I what?" Toffee asked demurely.
"What the congressman means," the thug said in a whisper, "is did you ... do that?"
"Oh, that," Toffee said. She returned her gaze thoughtfully to the ceiling as though trying to remember. Finally she shook her head. "No," she said. "I'm certain that's not one of my jobs. Too messy."
The men gaped.
"Holy smoke!" the thug quavered. "What happened to him?"