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I
looked
behind
us
quickly
to
see
a
triffid
break
clear
of
the
bushes
and
start
across
the
lawn
.
It
was
lurching
on
a
line
that
led
straight
toward
us
.
I
could
hear
the
leathery
leaves
rustling
as
the
stem
whipped
back
and
forth
.
There
was
no
time
for
delay
.
I
had
no
idea
how
many
more
there
might
be
round
the
place
.
I
grabbed
Josella
’
s
arm
again
and
ran
her
back
by
the
way
we
had
come
.
As
we
scrambled
safely
into
the
car
,
she
burst
into
real
tears
at
last
.
She
would
be
the
better
for
having
her
cry
out
.
I
lit
a
cigarette
and
considered
the
next
move
.
Naturally
she
was
not
going
to
care
for
the
idea
of
leaving
her
father
as
we
had
found
him
.
She
would
wish
that
he
should
have
a
proper
burial
—
and
,
by
the
looks
of
it
,
that
would
be
a
matter
of
the
pair
of
us
digging
the
grave
and
effecting
the
whole
business
.
And
before
that
could
even
be
attempted
it
would
be
necessary
to
fetch
the
means
to
deal
with
the
triffids
that
were
already
there
and
keep
off
any
more
that
might
appear
.
On
the
whole
,
I
would
be
in
favor
of
dropping
the
whole
thing
—
but
then
it
was
not
my
father
.
.
The
more
I
considered
this
new
aspect
of
things
,
the
less
I
liked
it
.
I
had
no
idea
how
many
triffids
there
might
be
in
London
.
Every
park
had
a
few
at
least
.
Usually
they
kept
some
docked
ones
that
were
allowed
to
roam
about
as
they
would
;
often
there
were
others
,
with
stings
intact
,
either
staked
or
safely
behind
wire
netting
.
Thinking
of
those
we
had
seen
crossing
Regent
’
s
Park
,
I
wondered
just
how
many
they
had
been
in
the
habit
of
keeping
in
the
pens
by
the
zoo
and
how
many
had
escaped
.
There
’
d
be
a
number
in
private
gardens
too
;
you
’
d
expect
all
those
to
be
safely
docked
—
but
you
never
can
tell
what
fool
carelessness
may
go
on
.
And
then
there
were
several
nurseries
of
things
and
experimental
stations
a
little
farther
out
.
While
I
sat
there
pondering
I
was
aware
of
something
nudging
at
the
back
of
my
mind
,
some
association
of
ideas
that
didn
’
t
quite
join
up
.
I
sought
it
for
a
moment
or
two
,
then
,
suddenly
,
it
came
.
I
could
almost
hear
Walter
’
s
voice
speaking
,
saying
:
I
tell
you
,
a
triffid
’
s
in
a
damn
sight
better
position
to
survive
than
a
blind
man
.
"
Of
course
he
had
been
talking
about
a
man
who
had
been
blinded
by
a
triffid
sting
.
All
the
same
,
it
was
a
jolt
.
More
than
a
jolt
.
It
scared
me
a
bit
.
I
thought
back
.
No
,
it
had
just
arisen
out
of
general
speculation
—
nevertheless
,
it
seemed
a
hit
uncanny
now
.
"
Take
away
our
sight
,
"
he
had
said
,
"
and
our
superiority
to
them
is
gone
.
"
