Horner gave Jane the Luger. "Take her inside," he said. "I'd better get Overman."
The girl said, "You'll never get away with it," as Horner lifted the unconscious Overman to his shoulder and entered the house. "I've already called the police. They're on their way."
"Then we have nothing to lose," Horner said. "If you don't work fast, I'll kill you. You understand?"
She looked at his face, studying him. She began to tremble. "But I don't want to be old!" she wailed.
"And I didn't want to be a convict—and neither did all those other men, whatever prisons they're in now. Get a move on."
There was a room. Two tables and machinery. Jane got on one of the tables, auburn-hair on the other. Auburn-hair was crying softly, bitterly. It was, Horner knew, just retribution. Probably, it was the only retribution ever meted out to her.
"We'll have to run for it, maybe the rest of our lives," Horner told Jane. "You want to?"
"With you? Yes, yes!"
Crying, auburn-hair told him what to do. Distantly, sirens were wailing. Horner activated the switches....