as it ever was. Then Allied barrages opened up from all sides, and massed air force squadrons swept overhead and bombed at will. People all along have preferred the movie version: the tense border crossing where the flint-eyed SS guards check the forged papers; the despondent high-level briefing where the junior staff officer pipes up with the crazy plan that just might work; the cheerful POWs running rings. Borden had been killed. One evening I was in the backseat of a car, gliding on a freeway out of Chicago, and I glanced out the rear window, my eye caught by an unusual bright light. It was expected to be quick: one more island recaptured from a defeated enemy. One of the most dastardly and diabolical crimes that was ever committed in Massachusetts. However, neither one of them every spoke of the murder again. This was the deepest shock of the war: just how all-encompassingly destructive the new weapon really was. Masterton's Lizzie Didn't. Nobody knew enough to care about environmental damage in those days; what mattered to them was that their essential fuel source had become as rare as gold.
While it is likely that Lizzie or Emma provided the funds for transport back to Ireland, there is no evidence that more than that had come from Lizzie. They remember stopping by an isolated roadside diner to find it in an uproar, or coming into their corner grocery and seeing a worried knot of customers gathered around the cash register, or hearing a rumor racing through the crowd outside a nightclub, or falling. Madison Place is located in Pompano Beach, Florida. I think my own childhood image was typical. Seabury Bowen, the Borden family physician summoned to the home by Lizzie in the late morning of August 4, recounted Lizzie's story about looking for lead sinkers in the barn and her contention that her father's troubles with his tenants probably had something. Tens of millions of people had already died, a significant percentage of them as the direct result of American action; one or two atomic bombs wouldn't grossly alter that total. New agencies and administrations overflowed from labyrinthine warrens of temporary office space. He left no one in charge of the crime scene. World War II went on so long that both soldiers and civilians began to think of feyness as a universal condition.