Toffee beckoned them closer and whispered, "It causes you to be immortal."
"Oh, no," Agatha said. "That's going too far."
"I'll prove it," Toffee said. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to loan me a gun for a moment?"
"Certainly not," Chadwick said. "These pistols came from the home of a duke. The fellow would never forgive us if we loaned them."
"That's what I thought," Toffee said. She shrugged. "In that case...." She started toward the door.
Marc, having come to life again when Mr. Culpepper's finger was delivered from the hand of Chadwick, suddenly ran to Toffee's side. Together they moved through the doorway, and Chadwick and Agatha followed. Mr. Culpepper, for his part, continued to slumber contentedly in his corner.
Outside on the landing, Toffee went with business-like directness to the outer railing and started to climb over it.
"Good heavens, child," Agatha said. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to jump," Toffee said. "You'll agree, won't you, that such a fall would kill most people?"
"Oh, but you mustn't!" Agatha cried, shocked. "You'll make a mess on the floor!"