Boris said glumly, in the tone of one who knew just who won the dirty jobs, “I s’ppose Vadim and I have got to shoot t’em.” “Oh, no!” Jadwiga wailed, her little eyes filling with tears. Enrique looked up from where he was opening a canister. “What’s all this?” Vadim explained unhappily, “Any domestic animals that can’t be turned loose have got to be put down. It’s less cruel in the long run.”
