Cecil nodded toward Toffee. "What about her?"
"Oh, she's no problem at all. She'll go automatically when he does."
"How'll we do it?" Cecil asked.
For a moment Gerald stared dreamily off into space. "We could starve him for a day and just let him drift off of his own accord."
"That would be fine," Cecil said. "Sort of poetic."
"On the other hand," Gerald said, "that wouldn't leave us any corpse to show for our trouble." He sighed. "You know very well, Cecil, that corpses always distress me, and in any line of work but ours I'd be definitely opposed to them. Still, for business reasons it would be a nice thing to have one around. You know, just tossed casually over a chair or table somewhere, where people can see it when they come to interview us for spy work. It makes a good impression."
"That's right," Cecil said solemnly. "A dead body can be impressive as the deuce when it's used to good advantage. Of course it should be in good condition. But nothing ostentatious."
"Oh, my gosh!" Toffee moaned. "They talk about dead bodies as though they were Spanish shawls!"
"Anyway," Gerald said, "let's worry about Pillsworth when we come to him. Right now we've got to get busy with the formula."