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Then

the

faint

metallic

jingle

returned

.

I

traced

it

slowly

feeling

over

the

kitchen

.

Presently

I

heard

it

nearer

--

in

the

scullery

,

as

I

judged

.

I

thought

that

its

length

might

be

insufficient

to

reach

me

.

I

prayed

copiously

.

It

passed

,

scraping

faintly

across

the

cellar

door

.

An

age

of

almost

intolerable

suspense

intervened

;

then

I

heard

it

fumbling

at

the

latch

!

It

had

found

the

door

!

The

Martians

understood

doors

!

It

worried

at

the

catch

for

a

minute

,

perhaps

,

and

then

the

door

opened

.

In

the

darkness

I

could

just

see

the

thing

--

like

an

elephant

's

trunk

more

than

anything

else

--

waving

towards

me

and

touching

and

examining

the

wall

,

coals

,

wood

and

ceiling

.

It

was

like

a

black

worm

swaying

its

blind

head

to

and

fro

.

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Once

,

even

,

it

touched

the

heel

of

my

boot

.

I

was

on

the

verge

of

screaming

;

I

bit

my

hand

.

For

a

time

the

tentacle

was

silent

.

I

could

have

fancied

it

had

been

withdrawn

.

Presently

,

with

an

abrupt

click

,

it

gripped

something

--

I

thought

it

had

me

!

--

and

seemed

to

go

out

of

the

cellar

again

.

For

a

minute

I

was

not

sure

.

Apparently

it

had

taken

a

lump

of

coal

to

examine

.

I

seized

the

opportunity

of

slightly

shifting

my

position

,

which

had

become

cramped

,

and

then

listened

.

I

whispered

passionate

prayers

for

safety

.

Then

I

heard

the

slow

,

deliberate

sound

creeping

towards

me

again

.

Slowly

,

slowly

it

drew

near

,

scratching

against

the

walls

and

tapping

the

furniture

.

While

I

was

still

doubtful

,

it

rapped

smartly

against

the

cellar

door

and

closed

it

.

I

heard

it

go

into

the

pantry

,

and

the

biscuit-tins

rattled

and

a

bottle

smashed

,

and

then

came

a

heavy

bump

against

the

cellar

door

.

Then

silence

that

passed

into

an

infinity

of

suspense

.

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Had

it

gone

?

At

last

I

decided

that

it

had

.

It

came

into

the

scullery

no

more

;

but

I

lay

all

the

tenth

day

in

the

close

darkness

,

buried

among

coals

and

firewood

,

not

daring

even

to

crawl

out

for

the

drink

for

which

I

craved

.

It

was

the

eleventh

day

before

I

ventured

so

far

from

my

security

.

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