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But
for
the
dust
on
the
counter
,
the
small
bar
of
the
inn
looked
normal
.
We
poured
a
whisky
each
.
Coker
downed
his
in
one
.
He
turned
a
worried
look
on
me
.
"
I
didn
’
t
like
that
.
Not
at
all
,
I
didn
’
t
.
You
ought
to
know
a
lot
more
about
these
bloody
things
than
most
people
,
Bill
.
It
wasn
’
t
—
I
mean
,
it
must
just
have
happened
to
be
there
,
mustn
’
t
it
?
"
"
I
think
—
"
I
began
.
Then
I
stopped
,
listening
to
a
staccato
drumming
outside
.
I
walked
over
and
opened
the
window
.
I
let
the
already
trimmed
triffid
have
the
other
barrel
too
;
this
time
just
above
the
bole
.
The
drumming
stopped
.
"
The
trouble
about
triffids
,
"
I
said
as
we
poured
another
drink
,
"
is
chiefly
the
things
we
don
’
t
know
about
them
,
"
I
told
him
one
or
two
of
Walter
’
s
theories
.
He
stared
.
"
You
don
’
t
seriously
suggest
that
they
’
re
‘
talking
’
when
they
make
that
rattling
noise
?
"
"
I
’
ve
never
made
up
my
mind
,
"
I
admitted
.
"
I
’
ll
go
so
far
as
to
say
I
’
m
sure
it
’
s
a
signal
of
some
sort
.
But
Walter
considered
it
to
be
real
‘
talk
’
—
and
he
did
know
more
about
them
than
anyone
else
that
I
’
ve
ever
met
.
"
I
ejected
the
two
spent
cartridge
cases
and
reloaded
.
"
And
he
actually
mentioned
their
advantage
over
a
blind
man
?
"
"
A
number
of
years
ago
,
that
was
,
"
I
pointed
out
.
"
Still
—
it
’
s
a
funny
coincidence
.
"
