"You're lucky that's all he did," the judge snapped.
"But you don't know where!"
The judge eyed her distantly. "With that lumpy figure of yours," he said, "it could scarcely matter. Now, shut up." He turned back to Marc. "I understand you've been making libelous remarks against Congressman Entwerp."
Marc looked around hopelessly, afraid to open his mouth lest George would take over again. He compressed his lips into a thin line.
"Speak up, man!"
Marc looked up unhappily. "I—I—," he murmured fearfully.
"What's the matter with you?" the judge asked. "Let's hear your accusations against my good friend the congressman."
"The congressman?" Marc ventured, then brightened as he noticed there was no interference from George. "Oh, yes. The congressman must be imprisoned at once, your honor. He's a national menace. He instigated a propaganda program to dope the public against the threat of the foreign powers. But worst of all, he has enough bacteria culture to murder the entire population."
"And what's more," Toffee broke in, "he pinched my gadget."
The judge's eyes swiveled about hauntedly. "He what?"