"I suppose I should drop in on my guests before I leave," Marc said, "just to make sure they're comfortable."
"They're probably so comfortable by now, they're unconscious."
"They're better that way," Marc said.
This settled, he turned away, then turned quickly back again as Busby, wringing his hands with desperation, suddenly flew through the door and down the steps.
"Sir! Sir!" he yelled. "They've done it already, sir! I can't imagine.... They must be quick as cats!"
"What are you talking about, Busby?" Marc asked.
"The silver, sir!" Busby wailed. "And Mrs. Pillsworth's jewels! Your—associates cleaned out the lot! And they merely passed through the house, sir!"
"Like corn through a goose," Toffee murmured.
"Oh, Mrs. Pillsworth will be furious, sir!" Busby lamented. "Mrs. Pillsworth puts great store by her silver and jewels!"