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Even
so
,
Rieux
phoned
the
district
rodent
control
service
,
where
he
knew
the
director
.
Had
he
heard
about
these
rats
which
were
emerging
in
large
numbers
and
dying
in
the
open
?
Yes
,
Mercier
,
the
director
,
had
been
informed
;
they
had
even
discovered
more
than
fifty
of
them
in
his
own
offices
,
which
were
not
far
from
the
port
.
Yet
he
wondered
how
serious
it
was
.
Rieux
could
not
give
an
opinion
on
that
,
but
he
thought
the
rodent
control
service
should
do
something
.
"
We
can
,
"
Mercier
said
.
"
With
an
order
.
If
you
really
think
it
’
s
worthwhile
,
I
’
ll
try
to
get
one
.
"
"
I
think
you
should
,
"
said
Rieux
.
His
cleaner
had
just
told
him
that
they
had
picked
up
several
hundred
dead
rats
in
the
large
factory
where
her
husband
worked
.
In
any
event
,
it
was
around
this
time
that
our
townspeople
started
to
become
concerned
.
Indeed
,
from
the
18th
onwards
,
factories
and
warehouses
began
to
produce
hundreds
of
bodies
of
dead
rats
.
In
some
cases
,
people
were
obliged
to
finish
the
creatures
off
,
if
they
were
taking
too
long
to
die
.
But
,
from
the
outskirts
to
the
centre
of
the
town
,
wherever
Dr
Rieux
happened
to
go
and
wherever
our
fellow
-
citizens
gathered
,
piles
of
rats
were
waiting
,
in
the
dustbins
or
in
long
rows
in
the
gutters
.
That
was
the
day
the
evening
papers
picked
up
the
matter
,
asking
if
the
civic
authorities
intended
to
do
something
,
or
not
,
and
what
emergency
measures
had
they
planned
to
protect
the
public
from
this
disgusting
infestation
.
The
authorities
had
not
considered
or
planned
anything
at
all
,
but
started
by
holding
a
council
meeting
to
discuss
it
.
An
order
was
given
to
the
rodent
control
service
to
collect
the
dead
rats
every
morning
at
dawn
.
When
the
collection
was
over
,
two
of
the
service
’
s
vans
should
take
the
animals
to
the
waste
incineration
plant
to
have
them
burnt
.
Despite
this
,
in
the
days
that
followed
the
situation
got
worse
.
The
number
of
rodents
picked
up
continued
to
increase
and
the
harvest
was
greater
morning
by
morning
.
After
the
fourth
day
the
rats
started
to
emerge
in
groups
to
die
.
They
came
up
from
basements
and
cubby
-
holes
,
cellars
and
drains
,
in
long
swaying
lines
;
they
staggered
in
the
light
,
collapsed
and
died
,
right
next
to
people
.
At
night
,
in
corridors
and
side
-
streets
,
one
could
clearly
hear
the
tiny
squeaks
as
they
expired
.
In
the
morning
,
on
the
outskirts
of
town
,
you
would
find
them
stretched
out
in
the
gutter
with
a
little
floret
of
blood
on
their
pointed
muzzles
,
some
blown
up
and
rotting
,
others
stiff
,
with
their
whiskers
still
standing
up
.
In
the
town
itself
you
found
them
in
small
heaps
,
on
landings
or
in
the
courtyards
of
houses
.
They
also
came
to
die
,
one
by
one
,
in
council
offices
,
in
schoolyards
,
sometimes
on
the
terraces
of
cafes
.
Our
fellow
-
citizens
were
amazed
to
come
across
them
in
the
busiest
parts
of
town
.
The
parade
-
ground
,
the
boulevards
and
the
sea
-
front
promenade
were
contaminated
by
them
at
intervals
.
Cleared
of
its
dead
animals
at
dawn
,
the
town
got
them
back
through
the
day
in
increasing
numbers
.
More
than
one
person
walking
at
night
along
the
pavement
would
experience
the
feeling
of
the
elastic
bulk
of
a
still
fresh
corpse
under
his
feet
.
It
was
as
though
the
very
soil
on
which
our
houses
were
built
was
purging
itself
of
an
excess
of
bile
,
that
it
was
letting
boils
and
abscesses
rise
to
the
surface
,
which
up
to
then
had
been
devouring
it
inside
.
Just
imagine
the
amazement
of
our
little
town
which
had
been
so
quiet
until
then
,
ravaged
in
a
few
days
,
like
a
healthy
man
whose
thick
blood
had
suddenly
rebelled
against
him
!
Things
got
to
the
point
where
Infodoc
(
the
agency
for
information
and
documentation
,
"
all
you
need
to
know
on
any
subject
"
)
announced
in
its
free
radio
news
programme
that
6
,
231
rats
had
been
collected
and
burned
in
a
single
day
,
the
25th
.
This
figure
,
which
gave
a
clear
meaning
to
the
daily
spectacle
that
everyone
in
town
had
in
front
of
their
eyes
,
disconcerted
them
even
more
.
Up
to
then
people
had
merely
complained
about
a
rather
disgusting
accident
.
Now
they
saw
that
there
was
something
threatening
in
this
phenomenon
,
the
extent
and
origin
of
which
was
not
yet
clear
to
them
.
Only
the
asthmatic
old
Spaniard
kept
rubbing
his
hands
and
repeating
,
with
senile
delight
:
"
They
’
re
coming
out
,
they
’
re
coming
out
!
"
