"Sorry boss, I can't do it. The only way for me to disappear is for you to go to sleep, then I have to return, but when you wake up, I'll be right back. Once you get it started, it works automatically. Of course there is one way to get rid of me for good but we won't go into that, not just yet anyway. And while we're on the subject, I may as well tell you--I'm pretty sick of that subconscious of yours. A girl could certainly ask for better company. I've never seen so many stuffy ideas. All that will be changed of course." Marc shuddered as Toffee sat back with a satisfied smile. "You're completely unprincipled," he groaned. "You'd better not start criticizing. Like the man says, you made me what I am today and you'd bloody well better be satisfied." Toffee was interrupted by a timid knock on the door. "Good grief!" cried Marc. "That's Joseph. Do something!" Toffee knew exactly what to do. She ran quickly to the mirror, and after several pats at her hair, turned, in a seductive pose to face the door. It was then that Marc noticed her costume, a light, transparent affair that seemed but half inclined to stay in place. The tableau that she presented was effective, but extremely alarming under the circumstances. "What do you think you're doing," hissed Marc. "I like to look my best when gentlemen are calling," giggled Toffee. Frantically, Marc rushed and grabbed a sheet, then rushed to Toffee with some idea of concealing her. Of course Toffee was of no mind to have her obvious charms hidden, and a wild struggle ensued. * * * * * Slowly, the door opened and an aged head appeared in the opening. Large watery eyes fell on the disturbing scene and became even larger. Instantly, the head disappeared and the door slammed to. "There, now see what you've done," yelled Marc. Toffee threw the sheet disdainfully aside. "And what do you expect a lady to do when she's attacked?" "Attacked!" Marc screamed indignantly. "Just because another man comes into the room is no reason for you to go showing off like a juvenile delinquent." Marc snorted with helpless rage. "I was trying to cover you up!" "Oh--," murmured Toffee with obvious disappointment. "Joseph is one of the best valets in the business, but also one of the most moral," explained Marc. "I've had to be a regular saint to keep him, and now _you_--! He'll quit me like a flash." "You'll be better off without him," said Toffee with conviction. "You see! I'm beginning to help you already." Marc tossed a dressing gown to Toffee with instructions to put it on and wait for him in the sitting room. He dressed quickly and joined her there with deep misgivings as Toffee looked up brightly from the divan. "This is a pretty swank apartment, Marc. You must be rich." "Never mind that, we've got to do something about you," he said, seating himself beside her. "I'm just loaded with suggestions," said Toffee archly.