"Two reasons," Toffee explained. "First to make sure the ring works the way I planned it, second to get Julie out of the way."
"Get her out of the way?" Marc repeated apprehensively. "Now look here if you have any sordid notions about a dalliance on a divan, for instance...."
"I always have those notions," Toffee said. "However at the moment I'm having them in conjunction with other notions." She smiled prettily. "I've come to straighten out the world."
"You what?" Marc asked incredulously.
"You will admit it needs straightening out?" Toffee asked complacently.
"Well, yes," Marc said. "But believe me the one thing it doesn't need is your ministrations. It couldn't take it. And I wish you'd get rid of that filthy ring."
"Why should I?" Toffee asked. "After all it was just as much your idea as mine."
"My idea?" Marc said. "How do you figure that?"
"You said it plain as anything," Toffee said, "last night, just before you went to sleep. You said the world needed a good swift kick."
"Oh, my gosh!" Marc said. "And so you've...!" He pointed at the ring.