"Who prodded me with a riveting machine?" she asked belligerently.
"I wish I had," the manager said, rubbing his ankle. He looked at the trap. "Damn thing's got a nasty bite. I tell you if I were a bear I'd be very careful around those things."
"You can't blame a girl if she's got ingenuity," Dolly said sullenly. "I almost got you, too, you slippery devil."
"You're fired," the manager said loftily.
"Oh, yeah?" Dolly said. "I don't quit, see? I haven't even tried guns, knives, hand grenades, bayonets, hand-to-hand combat and mousetraps yet. I'm starting in on light side-arms tomorrow."
"Look," Marc said to the manager. "The young lady would like something to wear. We're in a hurry. I've got to get back home...."
"Fine," the manager said. "I was on my way to the fashion salon when this morbid little affair befell me. I'm to meet Congressman Bloodsop there, too; he wanted to sit and look at the models. Come along."
And the three of them left, leaving the luckless Dolly thoughtfully testing the blade of a machete with the tips of her fingers.
"You see?" Toffee said to Marc. "You see how easily differences can be settled under the proper guidance?"