Lair by James Herbert

the Warden said as Fender smiled back at the young girl. "She's only filling in a year between school and agricultural college, actually, but I must say, she'd make an excellent chef. Perhaps we can persuade you to remain one, eh, Jan?"

    The girl shook her head and said in a quiet voice, "I don't think so, Mr. Milton." She left the room, keeping her face low to hide a blush.
    Fender hadn't seen a girl blush for quite some time.

    "You were saying?" he said as Milton handed him a coffee from the tray.

    "Saying?"

    "About the rodent signs."

    "Oh, yes, forgive me. Yes, the signs. Well, we keep examples of forest wildlife in pens outside the classrooms the children love to see the animals, you know. Rabbits, hares, squirrels even had a fox until recently. A couple of nights ago, the pens were broken into."

    Fender poured milk into his coffee, then looked steadily at the Warden.
    Were the animals killed?"

    "Good gracious, no! Nothing like that'

    Fender relaxed in his seat.

    "No, it was just their food that was stolen. But the animals, when we found them next day, were in a state of shock, do you see? Absolutely terrified. Hadn't even attempted to escape through the holes in the wire left by whatever broke in."

    "It could have been anything. Maybe the fox you had before returned it would if it knew it could find food here."

    "Oh, no, the fox died."

    Then another."

    "Yes, it could be possible. There are about fifty foxes that we know of still living in the forest. But we found droppings, you see. And they certainly weren't those of foxes."

    "Did you keep them? Can I see them?"

    "Of course you can. That's why you're here. I'll take you along to the laboratory in a moment."

    What shape are they?"

    "Roundish, spindle-shaped, I'd say."

    Were they in groups?"

    "Yes, yes. Small groups."

    Milton could read nothing in Fender's expression.

    "Anything else?" the rat catcher asked.

    We have an outhouse round at the back of the buildings where we keep the refuse. All the kitchen waste is put there. Yesterday morning we found the bottom of the door had been gnawed through."

    Fender sighed. "Yes, rats would do that."

    "Of course. But you must understand we are in the middle of the forest and are used to night-time marauders. The Centre was built to keep out our more persistent friends. The bottom of the outhouse door is reinforced with a metal strip. A corner of the strip had been completely pulled away."

    Fender sipped his coffee.

    The metal was securely attached to the door, Mr. Fender. It would have taken a crowbar for a man to tear it loose."

    "I'll have a look at it. Have you laid any poisons?"

    "No, we thought that best left to you. The rule is to inform the Ministry immediately rodent signs are found. We're still not sure it's rats, of course, but we thought the two unusual events warranted investigation, don't you agree?"

    Fender nodded. He placed his coffee cup back on the Warden's desk and began to rise. "I'll look at those droppings ..."

    The loud rap at the door startled both men. It burst open without waiting for a reply from the Warden, and a young girl dressed in denims and a loose-fitting cardigan entered the room, closely followed by the man called Will. The girl looked breathless and she leaned with two hands on the Warden's desk, her long dark hair falling across her face.
    Milton was too surprised to speak.

    "I've seen them, Mr. Milton," the girl said, trying to keep her voice calm. They're down by one of the ponds."

    "What are, Jenny? What are you talking about?"

    "Jenny's seen the rats, Mr. Milton," Will said anxiously.

    Milton glanced at him, then back at the girl. "You have?"

    Yes, yes. I'm sure they were rats. But they were so big," the girl said, her face earnest.

    "Sit down, Jenny, and just tell us exactly what you saw." The Warden indicated a chair opposite Fender's and as she sat, the girl noticed the rat catcher for the first time.

    "It's rather opportune, really," Milton said. This