The congressman gazed at her. "You mean you're not really one of them, after all? You're with another interest?"
"A private concern, you might say," Toffee said.
"Well, it's a good thing we're investigating you then," the congressman said. "One does like to know who's killing one, you know. It gives you a clue whom to curse with your dying breath."
"But getting back to these others," Toffee said, "who is it? What country, I mean?"
"Why, You Know Where, of course," the congressman said.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You Know Where, who else?"
"Did someone put something in my coffee," Toffee asked, "or are you just being terribly coy about this thing?"
"I'm not being coy at all, damm-it," the congressman said. "You Know Where is the country."
"Good grief," Toffee said, "now he's lapsing into baby talk. Very well, congressman, if you can't bring yourself to tell me the name of the country in a straightforward manner, perhaps you'll just mention the man who's at the head of it. Just as a hint."