"They won't get away with it," Toffee said. She picked up the paper from where she'd dropped it on the floor. "Look. They're searching for you." She read the article quickly:
Foul play was suspected since Marc was known to be the inventor of a new explosive. It was believed that he had fallen into the hands of foreign agents and might even have been removed from the country. The search for him extended around the world.
"You see," Toffee said. "They'll find you sooner or later."
"If they don't kill us first," Marc said. "I feel dead already."
Toffee got up and went over to the Blemishes. "Just what did you little vultures do to him?" she asked angrily.
Cecil shrugged. "A little of this and a little of that," he said. "A lot of truth serum."
"Yeah," Gerald sniggered unalluringly. "Enough to get the formula out of him." He looked down significantly at the papers on the table.
Toffee stiffened. "Why, you ... you ... reptiles!"
Ignoring her, Cecil turned to Gerald. "I guess we don't need Pillsworth any more, do we?"
"Well," Gerald said, "we'd better keep him around until after the test. Just in case, you know. We should be able to whip out the formula before tonight if we get right to work. We can take care of Pillsworth tomorrow."