"Thank you," Marc said with composure. "Glad to be associated with any enterprise of a worthwhile nature. I'm a real sucker for these toney clambakes."
"Toney!" The Chair snorted in outrage. "I suppose you are able to undo this disgraceful state of affairs?"
"Oh, quite," Toffee smiled. "In a twinkling. But I wonder if I really want to."
"You must," the Chair said distractedly. "With all that moaning and groaning going on down there I can't hear myself think."
"Heaven only knows why you should want to," Marc said, "with your dwarfed powers of reasoning."
"Quiet!" the Chair snapped. "Young lady, I'm telling you to release those men from whatever unattractive thing is ailing them. That's a congressional order!"
"Okay," Toffee said. "But with one stipulation."
"And what is that, may I ask?"
"That you follow the example of You Know Where—and follow it to the last bomb and factory."