"No use fighting the inevitable," the congressman said. "When the whole country has gone gypsy, you might just as well snatch up your skirts, so to speak, and join in the innocent merriment." "Seems a trifle fatalistic," Toffee said. "Sometimes I rather agree with Marc that you owe it to yourself to resist to the end ... even if it's only an attitude. It seems more ... human ... somehow." "Thank you for that much," Marc said with heavy irony. "At least my attitude pleases you." "Welcome, I'm sure," Toffee murmured, then turned back to the congressman. "Tell me, congressman, just who is it that's going to do all this bomb dropping anyway? I haven't heard any name mentioned yet." * * * * * The congressman gazed at her. "You mean you're not really one of them, after all? You're with another interest?" "A private concern, you might say," Toffee said. "Well, it's a good thing we're investigating you then," the congressman said. "One does like to know who's killing one, you know. It gives you a clue whom to curse with your dying breath." "But getting back to these others," Toffee said, "who is it? What country, I mean?" "Why, You Know Where, of course," the congressman said. "I beg your pardon?" "You Know Where, who else?" "Did someone put something in my coffee," Toffee asked, "or are you just being terribly coy about this thing?" "I'm not being coy at all, damm-it," the congressman said. "You Know Where is the country." "Good grief," Toffee said, "now he's lapsing into baby talk. Very well, congressman, if you can't bring yourself to tell me the name of the country in a straightforward manner, perhaps you'll just mention the man who's at the head of it. Just as a hint." "You Know Who," the congressman said flatly. For a long moment there was silence as Toffee gazed toward the gardens with apparent serenity. "All right, congressman," she said presently. "Just forget the whole thing. Forget I even mentioned it." "Come here," the congressman said, drawing a globe atlas forward across his desk. "I'll show you." Toffee got up and crossed to the desk. She followed the congressman's finger as it swept across the United States, brushed aside the Hawaiian Islands, and came to rest on a large country on the soiled outskirts of Europe. Quite plainly the country was marked: YOU KNOW WHERE. "For heaven's sake!" Toffee exclaimed. "Why, that's...!" "Don't!" the congressman broke in frightenedly. "Don't say that name! It's illegal. It was the government's idea that we should ignore the country, refuse to recognize it. It was hoped that if we just didn't speak to it any more and acted as though we didn't know it was there, it would go away and leave us alone. The use of the name was outlawed five years ago. Unfortunately, it's still there so we have to call it something."