"You might check on the condition of her heart, too," Toffee said. "Just as a precaution."
They started forward and had nearly reached the booths when Marc suddenly stopped short.
"Now what?" Toffee asked.
Marc inclined his head to listen. "Do you keep hearing footsteps?" he asked.
"Sure," Toffee said. "All over the place. With these marble floors...."
"No, not those," Marc said. "Right behind us. I keep hearing someone walking right behind me, but there's no one there."
"Well," Toffee said slowly, "I didn't want to be the first to mention it, but...."
Suddenly, they were both silent, their eyes intent on the floor and a cigarette stub that had begun to behave with shocking abnormality. Still alight, as it had been dropped, it suddenly crushed itself out flat against the floor and ceased to smoke. It was for all the world as though someone had stepped on it to put it out, and yet there wasn't a human foot within yards of the thing.
"Oh, my gosh!" Toffee breathed. "Do you suppose that thing realizes what it can do to a nervous system with a trick like that?"