Toffee regarded the crumpled figures at her feet. "How terrible!" she breathed. "Do you suppose they're dead?"
Marc shook his head. "They're still breathing," he said.
Mr. Culpepper, after a number of false starts, finally made it to his feet. His eyes wandered loosely about the room for a time, and finally arrived at the bodies on the floor.
"With all their fine manners," he mused, "you'd think they'd find a more suitable place to retire."
"Oh, shut up," Marc sighed. "If you don't I may cram a few of those pills down your gullet."
Agatha and Chadwick remained in their state of enforced slumber only a few minutes. Then, almost at the same time, they awoke and opened their eyes. Chadwick glanced dazedly around, stretched luxuriously and yawned a cavernous yawn. Agatha, however, seemed to suffer no after effects at all. She merely opened her eyes, surveyed the situation briefly and went directly to the business at hand. Getting to her feet, she regarded Marc and Toffee triumphantly.
"Well," she sneered, "now we'll see about that turn-about stuff. You needn't try to scare us with those guns any longer, either." She turned and helped Chadwick to his feet.
"What happened?" Chadwick asked. "What hit me?"
"The pills," Agatha reminded him. "We're all set, love. We've nothing more to worry about. Shall we quit this dreadful place?"