"I'm so glad to hear it," Ruby was all graciousness as she said it.
"For the first time in your life," Toffee appended viciously.
"But I like it even better in the open air," Marc said evenly. "Your street singing left me with quite an impression."
Gone were the days of Ruby's innocence, but she wasn't above trying to look lamb-like when the occasion seemed to demand it. She did so now. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said.
"Okay," Marc countered, "we'll skip that, but who were you working for?"
"You heard me," Ruby said, trying to look indignant. "I don't know what you're talking about. From where I'm sitting, it just sounds like the wind whistling through the holes in your head."
"Stop the kidding," Marc demanded. "I know you took the brief case, and I intend to have it back. Where is it?"
"Search me!" said Ruby.
"If he does," put in Toffee, "I'll scratch his eyes out."