"None of them," Toffee said. "I wouldn't touch any of them with a pole, much less clasp them to my bosom as you suggest. Aren't you getting a little lewd with all this talk about embracing?" "Let's put it another way," the Chair said with strained patience. "Of which nation are you a citizen?" "Why, none of them, of course," Toffee said. "Not that they wouldn't have me, you understand...." * * * * * Precisely at this point a door behind the Chair burst open, and a small, musty individual in shirt sleeves hurled himself into the room. "It's come!" he piped. "It's come!" "Has someone been praying for rain?" Toffee asked innocently. The Chair rattled frenziedly. "Just what is it that's important enough to justify this outburst?" "The news!" the little man jibbered. "I was working down in the Intelligence Department just now...." "I wondered where they keep all the intelligence around here," Toffee said. "I didn't know they had a department for it." "Shut up, can't you?" Marc hissed. "You've made enough enemies already to last us out a lifetime." "You Know Where!" the little man screeched. "You Know Where!" A murmur of apprehension moved through the room. "They've attacked?" the Chair asked quickly. "Has the attack begun? Speak up, man!" Then without waiting for a reply, he turned to the gathering at large. "I will now lead you all in prayer." "No!" the little man cried. "No, no!" "You don't want us to pray, you nasty little atheist?" "No!" the little man cried. "Yes! I don't care! But there isn't any attack! There isn't going to be one! You Know Where was demobilized last night. It's a positive miracle! Our agents report rumors about a religious revival going on there. Everyone is talking about an angel with red hair who appeared to the Leader and...." Marc turned sharply to Toffee with the look of a man who has just been stung by a bee. "You...!" "Uh-huh," Toffee said. "We had quite a romp last night, the Leader and I." She spoke through a pandemonium of cheering, crashing bottles and mad guitar music. "Oh, bury me not on the lone prar-ee!" the lanky Congressman chortled besottedly. "Where the coyotes howl 'cause there's no whisk-ee!" The Chair added to the din in behalf of a moment of silence and received just a moment. "Let's knock off for the day," a voice yelled, "and get drunk!" "We did that yesterday," the Chair said. "We have to think of appearances once in a while, you know. Besides, this new development puts a whole new face on things. It calls for action." "What about me?" Toffee yelled. "I insist on being investigated." "Please be quiet, young woman," the Chair said. "You're no longer needed here." "Thank heavens!" Marc sighed. "Come on, let's leave." "Certainly not," Toffee said. "I have other business to take care of." "Oh, no!" Marc cried, and slumped exhaustedly into his chair. "I'm too tired for any more!"