"Good God!" the congressman breathed. "We've got to get him off our hands. We'll have to be careful, though. The hospital has the entire police force out looking for him. It's on the radio. If we were caught with him in that condition the party wouldn't like it." "Nobody would like it," the thug said. "Shall we dump him in the river?" * * * * * The congressman shook his head. "Too many patrolmen around. There must be...." His voice trailed off into thoughtful silence. Finally he nodded with decision. "We won't try to hide him. We'll deliver him to the police just as he is--in an automobile crash. The girl too." "Huh?" the thug said. "How do you mean?" "It's simple enough. Pillsworth looks like a crash victim, so why don't we just let him be one? Go get a sack or something to carry him out in." He turned and moved toward the door. "I'll have Hank fix up one of the cars." "Good night, boss," the thug said plaintively, following after him, "you mean I've got to pick him up--with my hands!" The moment they were gone, locking the door after them, Toffee jumped down from her perch and Marc appeared from the shadows. "Do you know who that was?" Marc asked excitedly. "The old bird with the sable hair-do?" Marc nodded. "It's Congressman Entwerp. I should have known he was behind this mess. And that isn't all; those crates of cheap whiskey are just a front. Underneath there's enough bacteria culture to wipe out the whole country. These boys are planning mass murder!" "Also individual murder," Toffee said. "What?" "They're going to arrange an auto crash. When the wreckage is sorted out George and I will be prominent amongst the demolished extras." "Good grief!" "It's nothing to worry about," Toffee said. "After all, they can't possibly kill me--or George either, for that matter. In the meantime you can contact the police and see that they're arrested. There's just one thing though; you're going to have to get the police without letting the police get you." "Huh?" "It seems the entire force is out scouring the city for you, and I get the impression that they're supposed to rush you along to the operating room without messing around with any conversation." "Golly," Marc said. "How am I going to work it? Even if I get a chance to tell them about Entwerp, they'll just think I'm delirious." "Be your own bait," Toffee suggested. "Entwerp will be busy murdering George and me. All you have to do is get the cops to chase you to the scene of the crime so they can catch him red-handed. I'll see to it that the door's left unlocked long enough for you to get out of here...." She stopped as the key sounded again in the lock. "Anyway, work it out as you go along, and I'll see you later..." * * * * * "What took so long?" the congressman demanded. He was standing by the green sedan, holding the door open.