Free Lair by James Herbert Page A

wearily. "I'm sorry, Mr. Whitney-Evans, I really am. But the risk is too great. If anything nasty should happen while we're still searching, then it would be my responsibility."

    The Superintendent's tone was acid. "No, not your responsibility, Fender. Your company's. But I wonder what they would say about this inflexible attitude of yours?"

    Well, you can find out." Fender rose and made for the door. "Why don't you ask them?" He paused and looked back at the Superintendent, whose face was, yet again, flushed bright red.

    "I'll do just that, Fender. I also have some very good connections in the Ministry of Agriculture we work closely together, you know. I'll see what they have to say about the matter."

    Fender could not be bothered to reply. He resisted the urge to slam the door behind him, and made his way out of the house.

    "Bloody idiot," he allowed himself to say as he crunched his way back down the lane.

    By the time he got back to the Conservation Centre, phone calls had been made. His intention had been to inform the Warden of his decision, then to get in touch with Stephen Howard at Ratkill, who would advise the appropriate authorities. But Alex Milton was waiting for him in the reception area of the Centre, a concerned look on his face.

    "Ah, Mr. Fender," he said, striding forward to meet the rat catcher We weren't sure if you'd return to the Centre this evening. We thought you might go straight back to your company to make your report."

    "No, I wanted to have a word with you first. Can we go into your office?"

    "Of course. In fact, I've just had your Research Director on to me. He said he'd like you to ring him immediately if you showed up here."

    Fender looked at the Warden quizzically.

    "He said it was important," Milton said somewhat lamely.

    Fender had his suspicions before he even picked up the phone. He dialled the Ratkill number and asked to be put through to Stephen Howard.

    "Stephen? It's Luke."

    "Ah, Luke. Good. Now what have you been up to there in Epping Forest?
    Seems you've stirred things up."

    "Meaning?"

    Well, I've just had old Thoraton from the Ministry of Agriculture on to me. Says you've been upsetting a chum of his by the name of Whitney-Evans. Superintendent of the forest, isn't he?"

    "Oh, for Christ's sake! The man wants to do a cover-up. He doesn't want the forest to be evacuated."

    The Warden looked both embarrassed and startled. He sat down.

    Howard's voice on the other end of the phone was sharp. "Evacuate.
    That's a bit drastic, isn't it? What makes you think the Black rat is in the forest?"

    Fender quickly told him what he'd seen, been told, deduced. The phone buzzed with static for a few moments.

    "Sorry, Luke, I'm afraid that's not enough."

    "Not enough? You've got to be kidding."

    "No, old boy, I'm not. Look, I'm going over there for a meeting.
    Thornton's already set something up with this Whitney-Evans for nine o'clock. Can you hang around until then?"

    "Yes, I can hang around." Fender felt a heaviness dragging him down.
    Howard had obviously been asked to soft-pedal by Thornton, who was a Private Secretary in the Ministry of Agriculture, Fisheries and Food, and a major contact between Ratkill and the government. Ratkill had always worked closely with the Ministry's Safety Pesticides and Infestation Control Division, even though the Ministry of Defence had become involved in the London Outbreak, and in the subsequent years after the supposed elimination of the Black rat, they had become even more united in their joint work. Howard was unlikely to go against the wishes of one of the Ministry's private secretaries, and it was obvious Thornton was one of Whitney-Evans' 'good connections'.

    "Are you still there, Luke?" Howard's voice interrupted Fender's thoughts.

    "I'm still here," he said.

    "Right. The meeting will be held in the Conservation Centre itself.
    Apart from the Warden, I'd like this girl, the tutor who says she saw the rats, to attend, as well as