"You two met in an alley?" the cop said, scandalized. "Of course not," Marc put in quickly. "This was a park here in those days. Now, would you mind leaving us alone?" "You'd better not stay here," the cop said. "These people we're looking for are still at large and they're clean outa their heads. You'd better go on home." * * * * * Marc and Toffee, accompanied by the cops, proceeded to the sidewalk, helping each other along in their sudden senility. They tottered up to the police car that was parked in front of the library and peered interestedly inside. Nearsightedly, they made out Agatha and Chadwick, sitting in the inner dimness, handcuffed to the door handles. "What vile looking people!" Toffee exclaimed elegantly. "How vulgar. I abhor vulgarity, don't you, lover?" "Indeed," Marc said primly. "Indeed I do, sweetheart." Agatha's scowling countenance instantly appeared at the window. The woman opened her mouth to say something, then, at the sight of the aged couple, changed her mind. A suspicion of something too fantastic to believe flickered briefly in her eyes, then disappeared in a flood of doubt. "Couldn't be," she murmured, sinking back into the dark reaches of the car. "But oh! how I wish it was!" "What a disagreeable looking creature!" Toffee said. She turned pleasantly to the policemen who were standing proudly at her side. "See that they get everything that's coming to them, won't you, boys?" "Yes, mam," the cops chorused. "We sure will." Agatha's face reappeared in the window. "Say...!" she started hotly. "Come, lover," Toffee said, turning to Marc. "Don't you think we should look for more refined company?" As they started down the sidewalk, Toffee turned back and waved daintily to the two policemen. "Goodnight, gentlemen!" she called. "Gee," one of the cops said. "What a sweet old dame. It's sure a shame they got the wrong street." "What do you mean?" the other cop asked. "That alley they were in," the first cop said. "There wasn't no park there in the old days. There wasn't nothin' but a pickle factory. My old man used to work there." He sighed. "I didn't want to tell 'em ... might of spoiled their evening, you know." * * * * * For the enfeebled couple it was a long, tortuous climb to the fourth floor and to Marc's office. When they finally made it, they both collapsed into chairs and regarded each other bleakly. "This is worse than being children," Toffee wheezed. "I could die." "You may," Marc said morosely. "We've got one foot in the grave already. Anyway," he went on, "Agatha and Chadwick are taken care of." "It hardly seems worth it," Toffee said, "when things turn out this way. No matter what punishment they get, it'll never be as bad as what's happened to us."