"Very well," said Isaac. "Strike off her shackles, Steve."
Matt leaned down the table. "Get your automatic, Lynn. Take Duff and Jacob Haddin with you and escort her to the gate. Let her out, then come straight back here."
Lynn nodded and slipped from the room. She was back by the time Margot's shackle had dropped to the floor.
"O.K.," said Matt to the red-headed leader. "You can go now." He glanced at his watch. "But if you're not back by eleven o'clock we begin to hang your girls, one every hour until you do get back!"
Margot nodded silently. Escorted by Lynn and the two men, she disappeared through the door.
Captain Bascom inquired in a tight voice, "What in hell are you proposing, Matt?"
"To put the lot of them in irons. You don't suppose I'd trust them to live up to their side of the agreement, do you?"
The vast echoing hall that was the freight depot was ablaze with lights. Matt Magoffin paced nervously back and forth in front of the door, his chunky figure casting a monstrous shadow.
He glanced at his watch and took a last reassuring glance about the hall. The freight elevator's door that lined the right hand wall were all closed. The ramp was blocked; all the other exits were bolted.