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I had the feeling that on each side and behind us moved an invisible host. "There's something moving all about us going with us," Ruth echoed my thought. "It's the wind," I said, and paused for there was no wind. From the blackness before us came a succession of curious, muffled clickings, like a smothered mitrailleuse. The luminescence that clothed Norhala brightened, deepening the darkness.
A faint rustling came to his ears and then steps, and looking up, he saw his aunt Loraine coming down the stairs. Her bangles and her trinkets gave out hushed little clickings and he could hear her breathing as she came across the carpet to meet him. "Joseph," she said, and he could see beneath her shell that she was agitated. "Joseph! What do you suppose can have happened?"
He turned off the radio, gripping the clumsy club which was probably useless against anything really threatening. The sound continued. There were rustlings of leaves, and then faint rattling, almost clicking noises. Whatever the creature was, it was not large. It seemed to amble tranquilly through the forest and the night, neither alarmed nor considering itself alarming. The clickings again.
The clickings.... They roared. Joe pushed the button. He felt the tiny impact. "Once more," said the pilot. He swung in nearer where the dead man lay. Joe had a sickening idea of who the dead man might be. A sudden rush of noise in the headphones and he pushed the button again. "Reel in now!" shouted the pilot. "Our job's done." Joe reeled in as the plane winged steadily back toward the Shed.
I'll count it. Ten, twenty, thirty " With new lickings and clickings he counted the notes all over again. "There!" When he had finished his pride had become positively naïve. "Oh, my word!" murmured Rachel, awed and astounded. "It is rather a lot, isn't it?" said Mrs. Maldon, with a timid laugh. At once fascinated and repelled, the two women looked at the money as at a magic.
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