"You've no idea," Toffee said. "If you did, you'd be courting a stomach pump with everything that's in you." Marc slapped the telephone receiver back into place. "Good night," he murmured, aghast. "Whole handfuls of the things!" Chadwick managed to choke down his generous grabbings. "Well," he said with satisfaction, "now we'll see what's what." "And probably a good deal more," Toffee said. "If we can bear to look." She glanced down at Mr. Culpepper who was still resting quietly on the floor. "What can we do about it?" The little man shrugged, uninterested. "You cheated," he mumbled. "You ducked." "We ought to do something right away," Marc put in. "Maybe a stomach pump isn't such a bad idea. In a minute it'll be too late. There's a...." It was already too late. The Harpers had suddenly turned an unfortunate shade of whitish-green. They clutched at each other in a paroxysm of agony, shuddering from head to toe. Then, seized by a rending spasm that nearly doubled them, they slid soundlessly to the floor. "Oh, Chad...!" Agatha whimpered. Her head fell loosely to the pit of Chadwick's stomach. "Ohhhh!" And then she passed out. Chadwick was unmoved by his mate's pitiful lamentations; he had been dead to the world even before he touched the floor. Toffee regarded the crumpled figures at her feet. "How terrible!" she breathed. "Do you suppose they're dead?" Marc shook his head. "They're still breathing," he said. Mr. Culpepper, after a number of false starts, finally made it to his feet. His eyes wandered loosely about the room for a time, and finally arrived at the bodies on the floor. "With all their fine manners," he mused, "you'd think they'd find a more suitable place to retire." "Oh, shut up," Marc sighed. "If you don't I may cram a few of those pills down your gullet." * * * * * Agatha and Chadwick remained in their state of enforced slumber only a few minutes. Then, almost at the same time, they awoke and opened their eyes. Chadwick glanced dazedly around, stretched luxuriously and yawned a cavernous yawn. Agatha, however, seemed to suffer no after effects at all. She merely opened her eyes, surveyed the situation briefly and went directly to the business at hand. Getting to her feet, she regarded Marc and Toffee triumphantly. "Well," she sneered, "now we'll see about that turn-about stuff. You needn't try to scare us with those guns any longer, either." She turned and helped Chadwick to his feet. "What happened?" Chadwick asked. "What hit me?" "The pills," Agatha reminded him. "We're all set, love. We've nothing more to worry about. Shall we quit this dreadful place?" "Oh, yes," Chadwick smiled. "We did take the pills, didn't we? We're bullet-proof. To coin an expression, the world is practically ours." Agatha took him by the arm. "Yes, dear," she said gaily. "Tax free, too. Shall we duck out and rifle a few banks just for a starter?" her voice was exuberant, almost giddy.