"They might still be alive," the cop said. "We've got to do something about it." "Indeed we do," the congressman said. "Perhaps we can assist them." "Come on," the cop said. "You can give a hand." * * * * * Dutifully the three turned to the sedan. They turned and then stopped with a harmonized gasp, the cop taking the bass. In the moment of their turning there had been a sudden movement in the car and the door had swung partially open. In the opening there appeared a leg of provocative shapeliness. "A leg!" the thug shuddered. "I told you!" "A dame's leg," the cop breathed. "And just think what the rest of her must have been like with a leg like that! Just imagine...!" He sucked in his breath as the leg began to show unexpected signs of life. It quivered, turned and was quickly joined by a mate of equal perfection. It was only a moment before Toffee appeared in total, quite unmarked. Her mood, however, was hostile. Quitting the ruined car she turned back to the door and thrust her head inside. "Of all the beastly, rotten, evil-minded, stinking things to do to a girl!" she snapped. "Come out of there you slimy-souled son of Satan and fight like a man. I'll teach you to make foul passes at a girl when she is stuck under a clutch. I'll show you...!" "Good gosh!" the cop said. "Who's she talking to?" "She must be hysterical," the congressman said, thoroughly shaken. "Probably got a crack on the head and isn't accountable for what she's saying." "That's certainly no way to talk to the dead," the cop said. "It's no way to talk to the living," the thug said. "If she hauled off at me like that I'd rather be dead." "The poor child's obviously insane," the congressman said firmly. "There's no question about it." Meanwhile Toffee was still at it. "Come out of there, you hulking lout," she grated, "before I come in there and drag you out by your ears!" "Poor little thing," the cop said sadly. "She really believes Mr. Pillsworth can come out of that car. She refuses to believe he's dead." By now Toffee had stepped forward and yanked the door all the way open. As the three in the background stared in varying degrees of apprehension, a thin figure in a brief linen gown crawled out on its hands and knees. The congressman swayed slightly as though about to faint. "You look more natural down on all fours, you beast," Toffee rasped. "I ought to kick you right in the slats. Get up and try to face me if you've the nerve!" * * * * * Apparently the shock of the accident had given George's ectoplasm a further jolt for now he was completely materialized. He looked up at Toffee ruefully and got to his feet. "I was only trying to get you loose," he said. "The way you were pawing me was enough to get any girl loose," Toffee said. "Just don't try it again." "Gawd a'mighty!" the thug whispered. "Pillsworth!"