"I've got to get to a telephone!" Marc pleaded desperately.
"If you think you're goin' to make me think you're crazy so's you can plead insanity," the sheriff snorted, "you're ... you're ... crazy!"
"Make up your mind, Sheriff," Toffee said demurely.
"Why did you kill 'er?" the sheriff thundered suddenly, leering at Marc.
"I didn't."
"Her body was in your closet!"
"So was yours," Toffee giggled.
The sheriff shuddered and passed a moist hand over an equally moist face, leaving both face and mustache matchingly droopy. He gazed smoldering at Toffee for a moment, then turned his attention resolutely to Marc.
"If you didn't kill 'er, who did?"
"Dr. Herrigg."