‘What you’re trying to say is you want this man kidnapped from prison?’ Baird said.
‘Call it what you like,’ Kile said sul enly. ‘He may resist. Whatever happens he must not be hurt in any way.’
Baird blew smoke to the ceiling.
‘Why do you want this man?’
‘That’s my business!’ Kile said sharply. ‘Your job is to get hold of him, not to question my motives.’
Baird’s eyes shifted to Eve. She was watching him intently. She was pale, and her breasts rose and fell quickly under the scarlet chiffon of her gown.
‘It isn’t easy,’ Kile went on, seeing Baird’s apparent hesitation. ‘In fact, it may be impossible. But if you produce this man it’l be worth ten thousand to you. If you can convince me you have made a good attempt, but have failed, I’l pay you half the money.’
‘Where is he?’ Baird asked.
‘Bellmore State Prison Farm. It is situated about three miles from Red River Falls, and is in the swamps.’
‘Who’s the man?’