"Oh," she said brightly, "taking the silver, I see."
With a sigh, Dippy gently replaced the silver he'd taken from the drawer. "You see, Benny?" he said. "See what I mean? She just ruins everything. She don't give us a chance."
Benny turned to Toffee. "We were only takin' a few pieces," he said half-heartedly.
"That isn't going to do you any good," Toffee said. "If you're going to take any of the silver you'd better take it all. But, of course, that's your business, not mine."
Dippy's shoulders sagged dejectedly. "She makes me feel like bawlin'," he said.
"Yeah," Benny said. "She went and took all the heart out of it."
"I wonder if you two would mind doing something else for me?" Toffee asked. "The phone's dead...."
"Yeah," Benny said. "We cut the wires. I'm sorry. I wish it had been my throat."
Toffee looked at them curiously; she couldn't imagine why anyone should want to cut the wires to their own telephone. Then it occurred to her that perhaps it was their way of shutting off the service. Obviously they were packing up to leave on a trip.
"Well," Toffee said. "I wonder if you'd mind running me into town? I have to see the police."