“Don’t worry Joe,” Frank advised. “Soon enough we’ll have Egmont and his whole gang of ruthless polygamists under our control.” “I hope so, Frank,” his brother said. He pointed straight ahead. “Look, another woman, in desperate need of help!”
A woman’s form stood tied up to a column underneath the balcony. In one smooth motion, Frank pulled his flashlight, lighting up her face. “Jesus Christ,” ejaculated Joe, “it’s our mother, Laura Hardy! “Boys!” she cried. “See what happens when your father sends me away?” They promptly cut her ropes. She pulled two bowls of opal ice cream out from underneath her blouse. They kissed her on the forehead and disappeared into the dark.