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The
man
at
the
window
dropped
his
towel
.
He
shouted
something
which
I
could
not
hear
above
the
noise
of
the
engines
and
disappeared
.
We
both
switched
off
.
It
was
so
quiet
that
we
could
hear
the
clumping
of
the
man
’
s
feet
on
the
wooden
stairs
inside
the
house
.
The
door
opened
,
and
be
stepped
out
,
holding
both
hands
before
him
.
Like
lightning
something
whipped
Out
of
the
hedge
on
his
left
and
struck
him
.
He
gave
a
single
high
-
pitched
shout
and
dropped
where
he
stood
.
I
picked
up
my
shotgun
and
climbed
out
of
the
cab
.
I
circled
a
little
until
I
could
make
Out
the
triffid
skulking
in
the
shadows
of
a
bush
.
Then
I
blew
the
top
off
it
.
Coker
was
out
of
his
truck
,
too
,
and
standing
close
beside
me
.
He
looked
at
the
man
on
the
ground
and
then
at
the
shorn
triffid
.
"
It
was
—
no
,
damn
it
,
it
can
’
t
have
been
waiting
for
him
?
"
he
said
.
"
It
must
have
just
happened
.
It
couldn
’
t
have
known
he
’
d
come
out
of
that
door
.
.
.
I
mean
,
it
couldn
’
t
—
could
it
?
"
"
Or
could
it
?
It
was
a
remarkably
neat
piece
of
work
,
"
I
said
.
Coker
turned
uneasy
eyes
on
me
.
"
Too
damn
neat
.
You
don
’
t
really
believe
"
There
’
s
a
kind
of
conspiracy
not
to
believe
things
about
triffids
,
"
I
said
,
and
added
:
"
There
might
be
more
around
here
.
"
We
looked
the
adjacent
cover
over
carefully
and
drew
blank
.
"
I
could
do
with
a
drink
,
"
suggested
Coker
.
