"You Know Who," the congressman said flatly.
For a long moment there was silence as Toffee gazed toward the gardens with apparent serenity.
"All right, congressman," she said presently. "Just forget the whole thing. Forget I even mentioned it."
"Come here," the congressman said, drawing a globe atlas forward across his desk. "I'll show you."
Toffee got up and crossed to the desk. She followed the congressman's finger as it swept across the United States, brushed aside the Hawaiian Islands, and came to rest on a large country on the soiled outskirts of Europe. Quite plainly the country was marked: YOU KNOW WHERE.
"For heaven's sake!" Toffee exclaimed. "Why, that's...!"
"Don't!" the congressman broke in frightenedly. "Don't say that name! It's illegal. It was the government's idea that we should ignore the country, refuse to recognize it. It was hoped that if we just didn't speak to it any more and acted as though we didn't know it was there, it would go away and leave us alone. The use of the name was outlawed five years ago. Unfortunately, it's still there so we have to call it something."
"Very shrewd," Toffee said. "Reminds one of the tactics of sulky children. And this You Know Who, I suppose, is the head of the government there?"
The congressman reached across the desk and drew a newspaper toward them. On the front page was the picture of an elderly man in a short choke-collar effect. He had penetrating eyes and a drooping mustache.