Village of the Damned Page #2

while you help to stop the rumors

getting about. All right?

Do you mind?

- Soil samples?

- Yes, sir.

- Plant life?

- Even the bark on the trees.

Don't forget insects, grasses,

water, metals.

The sooner and more elaborate

these tests can be made, the better.

It's okay. This is Professor Gordon Zellaby.

Yes, sir.

No one seems to have come to any harm.

A few cuts and bruises where they fell.

Lucky no one was in their bath.

They might have been drowned.

Hello, Mrs. Harrington.

The least they can do is offer us

some kind of compensation.

- But you feel all right?

- No thanks to them if I do.

And a large burn in my best dress

into the bargain.

What the wife means is...

you don't hardly expect to drop asleep

before dinner, do you?

We've established that whatever it was,

was static, odorless, invisible.

It didn't register on radar.

It was non-metallic.

It showed nothing on our Geiger counters.

You have got the reports there.

There are no signs of physical,

biological, or psychological changes.

That's practically meaningless.

For instance, serious exposure

to x-rays or gamma rays...

need not have an immediate effect.

But these people

have to be kept under observation.

- And yourself.

- And my household.

It would be a bit tricky

to put you all in a sanatorium.

My instructions are to keep

the whole incident out of the limelight.

- National security?

- Lf you like.

Until we know the cause,

we shan't know what to expect.

Since you are there, suppose you

keep an eye on Midwich for us?

If you find anything,

let us know through Alan.

There's no need

for direct contact between us.

More security? Ever cautious.

It gets under the skin, you know.

- Anything else today, Mrs. Zellaby?

- No, that's all, thank you.

I'll have to get in a new supply of pickles

if you go on like this.

I do seem to be getting through a lot

these days, don't I?

That'll be 17.6.

- Shall I add it to the account?

- Yes, thank you.

How's the Professor?

He's very well. Very well indeed.

Good morning.

- Miss Ogle, dear.

- Yes?

I think there's going to be news

up at Kyle Manor.

News? What kind of news?

Hello.

I said, hello.

- How long have you been here?

- Ages.

Liar.

I have just discovered a fascinating thing.

Here are the plant samples from that day.

This one for example.

Perfectly ordinary pelargonium zonale.

What's happening is exactly

what you'd expect if I made a 50% graft...

Why did you kiss me like that?

Come on, what's the secret?

Something's afoot. Why are you so happy?

Now, Gordon, I want you to sit down.

Keep quite calm.

There's nothing to worry about.

Now.

We have apparently succeeded...

in crossing a Zellaby Gordonius

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