Marc looked grieved but made no reply. After several moments of concentrated thought, his face lit up. "Now, look Toffee," he said, "You say that you can materialize anywhere. Suppose I doze off for a while, do you suppose you could manage to "come to" outside and get the keys to this trap? After all, they don't have our names, our real ones, on any of the records yet." "I could do it with my eyes closed," Toffee cried happily. "Well, don't get fancy about it." Marc stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes, and everything became quiet in the cell for a time. Toffee waited expectantly but nothing happened. Marc swung his legs over the edge of the bed and cupped his chin in his hands. "It's no use," he sighed. "I've too much on my mind. "Try again," urged Toffee. "It's no use I tell you." Toffee sat up and glanced down at Marc. Slowly an intense expression crept over her face. Quietly, she reached down and removed one of her shoes, and regarded it sadly. She leaned over the edge of the bed and poised it over Marc's head. Closing her eyes, she swung the shoe downward as swiftly as she could. Marc slumped to the floor soundlessly. * * * * * Marc had been right in assuming that Joseph wouldn't be there to open the door for them. He fitted the key into the lock and turned it. "You needn't have hit me so hard," he grumbled. Toffee looked hurt. "I got you out of there, didn't I? Of course, maybe I shouldn't have left that note for the judge." Marc looked alarmed. "What note?" "Well, the poor dear was so disturbed about my parentage that I left a note explaining the whole thing. I guess it wasn't such a good idea." "What did you tell him?" "That my father was a Welsh." Toffee smiled mysteriously and crossed to inspect herself in the mantle mirror. "I'm a wreck. You miss me while I fix up a bit?" Marc fell into a chair as she left the room. He sat there regarding the apartment listlessly. It seemed to reflect his own life. Orderly, dignified, unexciting and infinitely lonely. Suddenly his reverie was interrupted by a knock at the door. He crossed and opened it. There, looking particularly miserable, stood Julie. "I hope you'll excuse my coming here," she said timidly. "I've been waiting at the office for you all morning. I tried to call you here several times but there wasn't any answer. I decided to come over and wait for you. Its odd that Joseph didn't answer the phone. "He wasn't in," said Marc. "Is something wrong?" "Well, no--not exactly." Julie hesitated. "It's just that--well--it's just that--I want to quit my job with you, Mr. Pillsworth. "What?" Marc's eyes widened with surprise. "Yes, Mr. Pillsworth, I want to quit." The words came in a rush. "Now--today. I don't want to ever have to go back." "But you mustn't leave." There was an immediacy in Marc's tone. "How would I get on without you? If it's a matter of salary--."