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The
locked
door
of
the
shop
gave
way
easily
.
Inside
there
was
a
neat
,
unspoiled
array
of
tubs
of
butter
,
cheeses
,
sides
of
bacon
,
cases
of
sugar
,
and
all
the
rest
of
it
.
I
got
the
party
busy
on
it
.
They
had
developed
tricks
of
working
by
now
,
and
were
more
sure
of
their
handling
.
I
was
able
to
leave
them
to
get
on
with
it
for
a
bit
while
I
examined
the
back
storeroom
and
then
the
cellar
.
It
was
while
I
was
below
,
investigating
the
nature
of
the
cases
down
there
,
that
I
heard
a
sound
of
shouts
somewhere
outside
.
Close
upon
it
came
a
thunder
of
trampling
boots
on
the
floor
above
me
.
One
man
came
down
through
the
trap
door
and
pitched
on
his
head
.
He
did
not
move
or
make
another
sound
.
I
jumped
to
it
that
there
must
be
a
battle
with
a
rival
gang
in
progress
up
there
.
I
stepped
across
the
fallen
man
and
climbed
the
ladderlike
stair
cautiously
,
holding
up
one
arm
to
protect
my
head
.
The
first
view
was
of
numerous
scuffling
boots
,
unpleasantly
close
and
backing
toward
the
trap
.
I
nipped
up
quickly
and
got
clear
before
they
were
on
me
.
I
was
up
just
in
time
to
see
the
plate
-
glass
window
in
the
front
give
way
.
Three
men
from
outside
fell
in
with
it
.
A
long
green
lash
whipped
after
them
,
striking
one
as
he
lay
.
The
other
two
scrambled
among
the
wreckage
of
the
display
and
came
stumbling
farther
into
the
shop
.
The
pressed
back
against
the
rest
,
and
two
more
men
fell
through
the
open
trap
door
.
It
did
not
need
more
than
a
glimpse
of
that
lash
to
tell
what
had
happened
.
During
the
work
of
the
past
few
days
I
had
all
but
forgotten
the
triffids
.
By
standing
on
a
box
I
could
see
over
the
heads
of
the
men
.
There
were
three
triffids
in
my
field
of
view
:
one
out
in
the
road
,
and
two
closer
,
on
the
sidewalk
.
Four
men
lay
on
the
ground
out
there
,
not
moving
.
I
understood
right
then
why
these
shops
had
been
untouched
,
and
why
there
had
been
no
one
to
be
seen
in
the
neighborhood
of
the
Heath
.
At
the
same
time
I
cursed
myself
for
not
having
looked
at
the
bodies
in
the
road
more
closely
.
One
glimpse
of
a
sting
mark
would
have
been
enough
warning
.
"
Hold
it
!
"
I
shouted
.
"
Stand
where
you
are
.
"
I
jumped
down
from
the
box
,
pushed
back
the
men
who
were
standing
on
the
folded
-
back
lid
of
the
trap
,
and
got
it
closed
.
"
There
’
s
a
door
hack
here
,
"
I
told
them
.
"
Take
it
easy
now
.
"
The
first
two
took
it
easy
.
Then
a
triffid
sent
its
sting
whistling
into
the
room
through
the
broken
window
.
One
man
gave
a
scream
as
he
fell
.
The
rest
came
on
in
panic
and
swept
me
before
them
.
There
was
a
jam
in
the
doorway
.
Behind
us
stings
swished
twice
again
before
we
were
clear
.
