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"
Had
?
"
I
repeated
.
"
What
’
s
stopping
you
?
"
"
Just
this
.
"
He
waved
his
hand
to
include
the
farm
generally
.
"
It
’
s
a
vested
interest
now
.
It
wouldn
’
t
pay
anyone
to
put
out
disturbing
thoughts
about
it
.
Anyway
,
we
have
the
triffids
controlled
well
enough
so
it
’
s
an
academic
point
and
scarcely
worth
raising
.
"
I
never
can
be
quite
sure
with
you
,
"
I
told
him
.
"
I
’
m
never
certain
how
far
you
are
serious
and
how
far
beyond
your
facts
you
allow
your
imagination
to
lead
you
.
Do
you
honestly
think
there
is
a
danger
in
the
things
?
"
He
puffed
a
bit
at
his
pipe
before
he
answered
.
"
That
’
s
fair
enough
he
admitted
.
Because
—
well
,
I
’
m
by
no
means
sure
myself
.
But
I
’
m
pretty
certain
of
one
thing
and
that
is
that
there
could
be
danger
in
them
.
I
’
d
feel
a
lot
nearer
giving
you
a
real
answer
if
I
could
get
a
line
on
what
it
means
when
they
patter
.
Somehow
I
don
’
t
care
for
that
.
There
they
sit
,
with
everyone
thinking
no
more
of
them
than
they
might
of
a
pretty
odd
lot
or
cabbages
,
yet
half
the
dine
they
’
re
pattering
and
clattering
away
at
one
another
,
Why
?
What
is
it
they
patter
about
?
That
’
s
what
I
want
to
know
.
"
I
think
Walter
rarely
gave
a
hint
of
his
ideas
to
anyone
else
,
and
I
kept
them
confidential
,
partly
because
I
knew
no
one
who
wouldn
’
t
be
more
skeptical
than
I
was
myself
and
partly
because
it
wouldn
’
t
do
either
of
us
any
good
to
get
a
reputation
in
the
firm
as
crackpots
.
For
a
year
or
so
more
we
were
working
fairly
close
together
.
But
with
the
opening
of
new
nurseries
and
the
need
for
studying
methods
abroad
,
I
began
to
travel
a
lot
.
He
gave
up
the
field
work
and
went
into
the
research
department
.
It
suited
him
there
,
doing
his
own
searching
as
well
as
the
company
’
s
I
used
to
drop
in
to
see
him
from
time
to
time
.
He
was
forever
making
experiments
with
his
triffids
,
but
the
results
weren
’
t
clearing
his
general
ideas
as
much
as
he
had
hoped
.
He
had
proved
tohis
own
satisfaction
at
least
,
the
existence
of
a
well
-
developed
intelligence
and
even
I
had
to
admit
that
his
results
seemed
to
show
something
more
than
instinct
.
He
was
still
convinced
that
the
pattering
of
the
sticks
was
a
form
or
communication
.
For
public
consumption
he
had
shown
that
the
sticks
were
something
more
,
and
that
a
triffid
deprived
of
them
gradually
deteriorated
.
He
had
also
established
that
the
infertility
rate
of
triffid
seeds
was
something
like
95
per
cent
.
"
Which
.
"
he
remarked
.
"
is
a
damned
good
thing
.
If
they
all
germinated
,
there
’
d
soon
be
standing
room
only
,
for
triffids
only
,
on
this
planet
.
"
