Toffee glanced behind her. "I don't like to mention it," she said in an undertone, "but there are a pair of perfectly loathsome little men back there, and I think they're following us. For my money they look exactly like spies. They seem to skulk, if you know what I mean."
"I know what you mean," Marc said. "I saw them in the courtroom. Probably they're perfectly harmless. Anyone who looked like that would have to be. Anyway, I haven't time to worry about any skulking; I've got to get home. Let's get out of here."
"Am I going with you?" Toffee asked.
Marc nodded. "I've decided it's the best way. We'll just sit down and tell Julie all about you."
"She'll never believe it," Toffee said. "If she does, she's a lot crazier than I think she is."
"She'll have to believe it," Marc said earnestly. "If worst comes to worst, I'll knock myself out and she can see you vanish and reappear for herself."
"We could ask the neighbors in too," Toffee observed wryly. "We could serve punch and do it as a sort of parlor entertainment."
"Don't be silly," Marc said. "Come on."
"I'm game," Toffee murmured. "I just wonder if Julie's up to it, that's all."
"Maybe I should call her first," Marc said, catching sight of a row of phone booths at the end of the corridor. "Just to make sure she's there."