"She must have sneaked out during the confusion," Marc said, thinking that what the doctor didn't know wouldn't hurt either of them. It was his own opinion that Toffee had materialized elsewhere and gone for help.
"But that's impossible! This place is locked electrically."
"In her way," Marc replied smilingly, "Toffee is rather scientific herself."
"Well, my men will catch her before she goes very far," the doctor said a bit more calmly. "She won't be able to get away."
"Your men?"
"Oh, I have quite a staff here."
"How do you keep them? Surely they don't approve of what you're doing?"
"They were brought here just as you were. They think they're on a very secret mission for the government, and remain as voluntary prisoners."
There was a soft, whirring sound and they both turned toward the slit-like door opposite the one through which they had come earlier. Swiftly, the metal panel shot upward to reveal a disheveled Toffee, squirming in the tremendous clutches of a large, muscular young man, whose face bore the bloody handiwork of her long, sharp fingernails. Toffee's face bore only the marks of outrage.
"Get those clammy hands off me!" she shrieked, "or I'll scratch that nasty face of yours right out of existence!"