door was open but beyond it was a thick canvas curtain. The man with Palfrey pushed this aside, and Palfrey stepped into a small decontamination chamber where two men stood, each carrying a miniature spray gun. One sprayed Palfrey, one the officer. The men nodded, and now Palfrey led the way into the next room.
This was a pleasantly furnished living room.
The whole of the window had been blacked out with gas-resistant, processed hessian, and there was a square cover built over the fireplace. Otherwise, nothing appeared to have been altered. In an ashtray by the side of an armchair were several cigarette butts, while in between two chairs was a low table with whisky, a soda syphon and two glasses.
Both men removed their masks.
âYouâd better have a regulation mask if youâre going to be here long, sir.â The officer, Lieutenant Hill, was probably half Palfreyâs age, fresh-faced, clear-eyed, obviously public school.
âI shall indeed,â said Palfrey. âHow did this particular bother start?â
âCanât be absolutely sure, sir. I was in here when I received a report that the concentration was much greater than it had been, between this spot and the Manor. And I didnât lose any time coming to warn you.â
âA good thing you didnât,â said Palfrey. âWhat is the concentration like at the other end of the village?â
âVery much as before. Care to come straight into the operations room or would you like some coffee or anything?â
âIâll go straight in,â Palfrey said.
The âoperations roomâ was across a narrow passage, and was in fact the dining room. Here was a long refectory table set with chairs which looked very much like genuine William and Mary. On one wall were two lighting brackets which had been adapted by the army to take a couple of powerful lamps. A non-commissioned officer, sitting under the harsh brilliance, scrambled to his feet as Palfrey and the officer entered.
The lieutenant picked up a small stick, rather like a conductorâs baton, and pointed to an Ordnance Survey map fastened to one wall. All over this there were red marks, tiny crosses â sometimes two, three or even four close together.
âWhere the bodies were found,â he said.
Palfrey nodded. âWhat are the green smudges?â
âThey denote the deeper concentration of the stuff,â Hill said. âHow many more reports since I left, sergeant?â
âTwenty-seven, sirâyou see where the area has been dotted?â The man pointed with a long forefinger and Hill waved the stick. âBetween the north end of the village and the Manor, sir.â
The whole of this area had been dotted with green. It was narrow, close to the village, and gradually widened, until it looked like a mass of dots encircling the Manor.
âWell?â Hill asked.
âThe reports are so numerous from that area, sir, that I dotted itâimpossible to keep an accurate record.â
âI see, yes.â
âMeaning, exactly?â said Palfrey.
âThatâs the area we walked through,â Hill said. âAny source discovered?â
âNo, sir. But obviously it comes from underground.â
âI like proof, not guesswork, sergeant.â
âYes, sir.â
âWhat investigations are pending?â
âThe blue areas indicate places where we are digging to find out if the source is underground, sir.â
âAnd are there no reports in?â
âNone, sir.â
âWhere is the nearest dig?â asked Palfrey.
âFifty-two yards from this safety zone, sir.â
âIn the garden of this house, do you mean?â
âIn a shed, to be exact, sirâa shed at the end of the garden.â
âIs there a petrol-fired generator plant here?â
âYes, sir.â
âIâd like you to get some alternative source of light, and have the generator dismantled with
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