on all fours, snatched for the poker and got to his feet, using the wall to steady himself.
It was almost as though the rat knew of his intention as it redoubled its attempt to escape from the splintered wood.
Most of its body was out, only its heavy flanks holding it captive.
Harris ran forward, this time taking care not to fall. Without pause, he brought the weapon down upon the twisting skull. Amazingly, it missed as the rat pulled its head to one side, and crashed against the door-frame. The rat bared its large, sharp teeth at the teacher, snapping at him, its eyes glaring venomously. But with some fear in them, Harris noticed, almost with satisfaction. What’s happened to its inscrutability now? It’s scared. Of me! He cried out in blood- lust, bringing the poker down hard upon the thin skull. It split wide open and substance flowed out, the whole body stiffening and then going limp.
Harris felt sick. Killing even monstrosities like this held no pleasure, no triumph. He backed away, knowing the body now blocking the exit for the other rats wouldn’t last long.
It would either be pushed through or its hind-quarters eaten away.
Even as he walked backwards, he saw the body jerking, as though being tugged from behind. Suddenly, half its body dropped from the hole. That’s all it took, he thought. Less than half-a-minute to chew away its hind- quarters! Another black shape began to push its way through. Harris turned and ran, first throwing the poker back at the door, more in frustration than in panic. It missed the rat and clattered to the floor.
The rat was through, another taking its place immediately as it dashed towards the retreating teacher.
The door opened slowly because of the pressure from the few inches of water at its base and Harris barely made it in time. As he slipped through and pulled it shut behind him, he heard the heavy thud of the rat’s body crashing into the other side. Clawing noises soon followed. There was nothing on the stairs that he could jam against the door. He raced up the stairs and through to the next floor, slamming the door shut behind him. He burst into the Headmaster’s study, giving Ainsley a fright. The Headmaster still seemed to be in a state of shock.
Harris ran to the window and leaned out. Ladders from the fire-engines had already been extended to the adjacent classroom windows and firemen were about to clamber in.
‘Over here!’ he cried. ‘Bring one over here - with a hose.’
One of the firemen looked across at him. ‘The hoses are being used below, sir,’ he said, then added,
‘Don’t worry.
We’ll get to you in a moment, sir. Soon as we’ve seen to the children.’
‘Get a hose up here quickly!’ he shouted impatiently.
’We’ve got to stop the bloody things getting up the stairs!’
Without further argument, the firemen began to descend.
‘Mr Harris, there is no need for one to lose one’s temper.’
Grimble’s head was sticking out from a nearby classroom window. ‘If we all remain calm...”Shit!’
Grimble’s head disappeared abruptly. Harris smiled to himself. At least he was getting some satisfaction from today.
He looked down to see the firemen talking to his superiors, pointing out his window. He saw them nod and the firemen run over to where two others were controlling a hose. The streaming jet of water died and the heavy hose was man-handled towards the base of the long ladder. The first fireman mounted the steps carrying the metal hose point over his shoulder, his colleagues paying it out as he ascended.
Harris noticed a white van bearing the name of ‘Ratkill’ had arrived. Men in white overalls were unloading several long silver cylinders. He assumed it was some sort of gas.
The whole street was blocked now by police cars, fire engines, ambulances, and the crowds were being held back by a cordon of policemen at both ends. He saw anxious parents, the women crying, pleading with the police to be let through.
As the fireman neared the top of the ladder, it was swung over towards Harris’s window.
‘Good,’ he said, helping the man into the room.
‘Which way is it?’ the fireman asked looking round, ignoring Ainsley and the Headmaster.
‘Straight through. Follow me,’ said Harris, pulling more of the hose through the window. He noted more uniformed figures were climbing up.
They both carried the hose through into the corridor.
‘Just a minute,’ said the teacher, halting in front of the door to the stairs. ‘Let’s just check first.’ He wondered if he would ever be able to open a door confidently again as he peeped through the merest crack. He opened it wide when he saw it was safe. They went down to the bend in the stairs and looked at the closed door below. The fireman looked at Harris as he heard the clawing noise coming from it.
‘My Gawd, is that them?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ said Harris. ‘It’s them. Gnawing their way through.
It won’t take them long either - they’ve got teeth like electric saws?
‘Well, the place seems to be filling up with water all right,’ said the fireman, removing his helmet and scratching his head.
Harris nodded. There were three or four inches of water at least at the foot of the stairs. ‘The basement must be completely flooded by now. Up to the windows anyway, and the jet from the hoses must be preventing any rats from getting out.’
They heard footsteps behind them. Three policemen, one a sergeant and two more firemen were coming down to join them.
Harris gestured to them to stay where they were. ‘The rats are trying to break through the door. If one of your men stands at the window, another by the study door and another at the top of the stairs, we can signal back for the right moment for the water to be turned on.’
‘The only trouble is, we’ll only be able to use half-power, because of the bends,’ said the fireman at his side. ‘If we use full power, the force will try to straighten the hose out.’
‘Let’s try and make all the curves fairly rounded then,’ said the sergeant. ‘No sharp turns.’
They formed the hose in a series of curving arcs around the various corners.
‘The force will throw it against the right hand wall, so I’ll stand there and hold it off. Harry, you get on the other side,’ said the fireman at the teacher’s side.
The sergeant ordered the other fireman back to the window upstairs, and his two men into strategic positions along the way.
’Right. Let the bleeders come,’ he said.
They waited in silence, watching tiny cracks grow larger in the door below.
‘Get ready up there!’ the first fireman bellowed. ‘It’s un- believable. Solid wood.’
‘Yes, and this is the second time this morning,’ commented the burly sergeant.
‘What do you mean?’ Harris asked.
‘They attacked a train-load of people in the rush-hour. We don’t know the strength of it yet, but it seems it was a massacre. Didn’t believe it, myself, ‘til I saw this lot.’
‘A train-load of people? They attacked a train?’ Harris stared incredulously at the policeman. ‘I don’t believe it.’
‘Oh, it’s true enough,’ replied the sergeant. ‘As I said, we don’t know all the facts yet. It could have been exaggerated.
But we were called out last night as well, to Shadwell. Three people dead. We found what was left of the station-master which wasn’t much - inside a cupboard. The door had been cracked open. They were going to try and hush it up for a while, but you can’t keep something like this quiet.’
They heard the splinter of wood and a hole appeared in the door, spreading upwards as a large chunk was dislodged.
‘Right!’ shouted the fireman.
‘Right, right, right,’came the echoes from the other men.
A rat began to wriggle through the hole.
The lifeless hose stiffened as it filled with water and the fireman released the jet immediately, aiming it directly at the squirming creature. It hit the door a fraction of a second too late. The rat scrambled free just in time, its hind-quarters being knocked aside by the powerful liquid jet. The fireman aimed low, throwing it back against the wall.
