Toffee stretched out one of her exquisite legs and surveyed it with satisfaction. "Well, that's more like it," she said happily. "A girl can really get places with a pair of pins like that."
"I told you!" Agatha shrieked. "I told you there was something funny about her. Only it isn't funny!"
"Oh, Lord," Chadwick murmured. "I've never seen anything so weird in all my life. How did they manage it?"
"Don't ask me," Agatha said unhappily. "I don't like to even think about it."
Marc had also stretched out a leg, but the sight of it seemed to give him no particular pleasure. Hastily, still holding his gun on Agatha and Chadwick, he reached out and rolled down his trousers.
"Well, thank heaven that's over," he sighed. "What a relief."
"Hypnosis," Chadwick said to Agatha. "That's what it is. Either they hypnotized us into thinking they were children a while ago, or they're hypnotizing us now to make us think they're adults. I wonder which they really are?"
"I don't care," Agatha said with sudden disillusion. "I don't care if they're really a pair of Newfoundland puppies. I don't care about anything anymore."
"I told you," Mr. Culpepper said to Toffee. "It worked like a charm. Now you don't have to be sore at me any more."
Toffee favored the little man with a radiant smile. "I could kiss you," she said recklessly.