"Oh!" she cried, stepping forward and staring down. "Ted! Teddy!"
"Jery, Jery, Jery," Snow murmured tearfully, turning about and burrowing her nose into my chest, while I held her helplessly. "He looked s-so hungry!"
I decided to let her sob. Neither I nor the Martian, no matter what our brain power, could drive this fixed notion out of her pretty little head.
"Now that you have seen them," said the Martian, "perhaps we can get to the business at hand?"
I seemed to be out of dilatory alibis.
"Okay," I said. "What do you want from me?"
"We want you to destroy Philip Baxter," said the Martian.
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"Destroy Baxter?" I echoed stupidly. "I was dragged all the way from Earth to do that?"