"The Harpers," Mr. Culpepper explained wryly, "are charming people."
"Yes," Toffee said. "Charming, like an emerald-studded hand grenade."
"Culpepper's come untied," Chadwick said outside. "I suppose you'd better ride with them and keep them covered whilst I drive."
"What a bother," the woman lamented. "Oh, well, hand me up."
Chadwick lifted Agatha to the compartment and she stepped lightly inside. Then he closed them in and took his place behind the wheel. The removable panel at the front of the truck slid down and he turned toward them.
"What will we ever do with them, Aggie?" he asked.
"The children?" Agatha said. "Oh, I don't know, dear. Dispose of them in the usual manner, I suppose."
"Yes, I suppose so," Chadwick said. "Only it really doesn't seem quite proper, you know, their being children and all, I mean."
"But they're not very pretty children," Agatha replied. "And after all, when you come right down to it, what are children except just ungrown people?"
"You may be right," Chadwick mused. "Perhaps if we use small bullets...."