"Good," Marc said, coming momentarily awake. "There! Get that gaffer on the rise!" And another congressman doubled in mid-air and came to earth with a rasp on his lips. "Stacking up nicely, eh?" Toffee said. "Makes a neat exhibit, all of them in a row like that." The sport continued apace. It wasn't long before the aisle was lined from end to end with tortured congressmen who moaned and wailed like lost souls taking hell's post grad course. Texas, naturally, made the loudest noise. "Here, now!" he blurted. "What's going on here? What do you fellows think you're doing; you look like a lot of distressed cats who've found cement in the sand box. It doesn't look at all nice. I'm surprised at you, Maine, for being mixed up in this sort of thing. You, too, South Dakota. Young woman, why are you standing on that table?" "When I go to the circus," Toffee said, "I like to see everything. I wouldn't want to miss this for the world." "I thought I told you to go home. The Congress has finished with you." "But have I finished with the Congress?" Toffee said. "That's what I ask myself." "Get out!" the Chair cried, definitely beginning to show cracks about the outer surface. "Please go home. Please!" "I'm afraid I can't," Toffee said. She nodded significantly toward the convulsed members. "I'd hate to go and leave so much unfinished business behind. Or should I say so much behind, unfinished business?" "Do you mean to say that you are in some way responsible for that repellent demonstration in the aisle?" "I take the credit proudly," Toffee said. "Remember, I said I had a secret weapon? However, I must say that Mr. Pillsworth, here, has given me all sorts of moral support." "Thank you," Marc said with composure. "Glad to be associated with any enterprise of a worthwhile nature. I'm a real sucker for these toney clambakes." "Toney!" The Chair snorted in outrage. "I suppose you are able to undo this disgraceful state of affairs?" "Oh, quite," Toffee smiled. "In a twinkling. But I wonder if I really want to." "You must," the Chair said distractedly. "With all that moaning and groaning going on down there I can't hear myself think." "Heaven only knows why you should want to," Marc said, "with your dwarfed powers of reasoning." * * * * * "Quiet!" the Chair snapped. "Young lady, I'm telling you to release those men from whatever unattractive thing is ailing them. That's a congressional order!" "Okay," Toffee said. "But with one stipulation." "And what is that, may I ask?" "That you follow the example of You Know Where--and follow it to the last bomb and factory." "What! Are you actually suggesting that we demobilize the country?" "I'm telling you now," Toffee said earnestly. "And I'm telling you to do it immediately. Get religion, brother." "I see," the Chair said quietly. His hand moved cautiously toward an alarm button.