I didn't bother to turn my head. I knew who it was even before I heard the indignant feminine gasp. "You promised!" Martha Borden's voice said accusingly. "You gave me your word you'd do your best to save his life!" I said, "He's alive. Put a stethoscope on him if you like. You'll find his heart beating like a metronome." I got him where I wanted him and closed the door, straightening up outside the car and turning to look at her. "You're a funny girl, Borden," I said. "You weep for the whole human race, but you seem to be just yearning to spend the rest of your days with the death of a ten-year-old boy on your conscience." "What do you mean?" "Carl has undoubtedly sworn to wipe his hostage off the face of the earth if his instructions aren't followed," I said, "meaning, among other things, if the sheriff doesn't proceed to, and arrive at, the rendezvous alone." "Then what are you doing-" "I don't count," I said.
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