"I never Dr.eamed it had come to that," he said. "Even last night, I wouldn't have believed it."
"He wouldn't have shown you that. Even when he was boasting, he wouldn't have shown you. That was his secret… And I've helped him. Oh God," she said. "I can't go on!"
He gripped her shoulders.
"Carmen," he said quietly. "You must go away from here."
"He'd kill me."
"You must go away."
The headlamps threw back enough light for him to see her face, tear-streaked and desperate.
"He's mad," she said. "He must be Those horrible things… I'm afraid. I wanted to go away but he wouldn't let me. I can't go on. Something terrible is going to happen. One day I saw it catch a dog… Oh, my God, if you hadn't come when you did—"
"Carmen." He still held her, speaking slowly and deliberately, putting every gift of sanity that he possessed into the level dominance of his voice. "You must not talk like this. You're safe now. Take hold of yourself."
She nodded.