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'It's a mechanical device of great age；' the Professor explained； 'demonstrating the movement of the planets about our Sun and their relative positions to one another during their endless journeys。' He drew their attention to a brazen sphere。 'Here is the Earth；' he said； 'and here the legendary planet Ceres。 You can see that its path of orbit lay exactly between those of Mars and Jupiter。 Fifth from the Sun。 I have no wish to labour this point； but might I explain that although it was a paratively small world its mass and density were such that its destruction caused a chain reaction in our system which had very serious consequences hereabouts。'
'So we heard。'
The Professor began to hand…crank the amazing piece of machinery and the brass globes pirouetted about the central sphere in a pleasing dance ronde。
'Here upon this small date counter you can follow the time…scale of each yearly revolution。'
Pooley and Omally watched the years tick by as the tiny planets spun on their courses。
'Now here；' said the old man； halting the mechanism； 'is where the catastrophe occurred。 You will notice the alignment of the planets； almost a straight line from the Earth。 With the destruction of Ceres the gravitational effects would have been shattering。'
Pooley noted the date upon the tiny brass counter。 'The time of the Biblical Flood；' said he。
'Exactly。 I personally subscribe to the theory of Ceres' existence and of its destruction；' said Professor Slobe。 'It ties up a good many historical loose ends； and I will go further。 It is stated in the Bible that after the waters of the great Flood subsided； God set his bow in the heavens as a sign that no such event would occur again。 I believe that the popular view that it was the rainbow is incorrect。 Rainbows must surely have been observed before the time of the Flood。 More likely； I think； that it is to our Moon that the Almighty alluded； the lunar disc's journey describing as it does a bow…like arc in the sky each night。'
'Has a certain ring to it；' Pooley agreed。 'But what puzzles me is to why these Cereans should choose Brentford of all places as a landing site。 I take it that by what Soap said regarding gravitational landing beams this is； in fact； the case。'
'Indeed yes； Brentford has been singled out as the target。 I thought originally that it was Soap's network of tunnels which had drawn them； but I find that the Cerean tunnel system extends beneath a greater part of the globe。 My second thought was that some great centre existed here in the distant past； possibly a previous landing site； but I can find no evidence to support this。'
'What then？'
'I feel it to be the influence of the Brentford Triangle！'
'The Brentford what？' said both men hi unison。
The Professor poured a scotch from the crystal decanter and seating himself in a fireside chair did his very best to explain。 'The borough which is Brentford proper；' he said； 'exists within the bounds of a great triangle。 The sides of this figure are the Grand Union Canal； the Great West Road and the River Thames。 These follow the courses of three major ley lines。 As you may know； these are lines of subterranean force which； although never having been fully explained； nevertheless appear to exert an influence upon the surface of the planet。 I walk the boundaries of the borough every day and I have dowsed these lines many times。 They never move。
'The ancients knew of their existence and aligned their tumuli； barrows； standing stones and circles upon them。 Apparently they believed that the power could be tapped。 Sadly； down through the centuries man has built across the leys； interrupting their flow and nullifying their power。'
'So；' said Pooley； 'if the power of the leys is lost； why do you attach any significance to this Brentford Triangle business？'
The Professor tapped at his nose； and for the first time both Pooley and Omally realized where Soap Distant had got the habit from。 'Simply because man appears to have lost touch with the leys' power does not mean that other creatures also have。 Certain are still susceptible； the most obvious being our feathered friends。'
'Darts？' queried Pooley。 The Professor ignored him。
'I have written something of a monograph upon the subject。 Migrating birds inevitably take identical routes each year； and these invariably run along the major ley lines of the countrywide system。'
'This all seems a bit iffy；' Omally remarked。 'Are you suggesting that Cereans； like birds； navigate by ley lines？'
'I am suggesting that an advanced civilization such as theirs must surely have discovered them。 And here at a time when they were uninterrupted。 As the lines appear never to move； they are surely ideal for navigation。 The maps of Earth no doubt gather dust in the Cerean ships' puter banks even now。 Ready when required。'
'I suppose it is feasible；' Omally conceded。 'But even so； why choose Brentford？ Why not Avebury； Glastonbury； Stonehenge or somewhere？'
The Professor rose from his chair and crossed the room to where something rested upon an ornate Victorian easel covered by a green baize cloth。 Drawing this aside； he exposed a large mounted map of the district。 The lines of the great triangle had been inked in red and stood out clearly。
'Impressive；' said Omally。
'But； as you say； hardly sufficient。 It would certainly seem more logical that the Cereans would choose one of the better…known ley centres of this country。 No； there is something more here； some inner pattern which I am failing to observe。 I am sure it is staring me right in the face； but I cannot find it。 Something is shining out like a beacon into space guiding these beings upon their way。'
Pooley and Omally followed the old man over to the map and stood peering over his shoulders。 They turned their heads from one side to the other； made as to speak； then reconsidered； traced the courses of the streets； and pointed variously at random。 At length they looked at one another and shrugged。
'I cannot see anything；' said Jim； 'just roads and houses； shops and pubs。' With the mention of the latter two pairs of eyes turned simultaneously towards the great ormolu mantelclock； which obligingly struck five o'clock。
'Nearly opening time；' said Omally。 'I have been a week without a pint of Large。 Possibly； Professor； we might continue this discussion over a refreshing bevvy or two？'
The Professor smiled gently and withdrew from his desk a folded map of the neighbourhood。 'You certainly deserve a drink；' he said； 'and here' … he took out a crisp new five…pound note … 'have it on me。'
Pooley accepted both map and fiver。 'Thank you；' he said； 'this is most kind。 Will you not join us for one？'
'I think not；' said the old man。 'Study the map though and employ your wits。 I ask only one favour： please bring me a pound's worth of silver from the Swan's cash register。 From there and nowhere else； do you understand？'
'The motive or the request？'
The old man smiled and tapped again at his nose。
'One question；' said Omally； as he and Jim were turning to leave。 'Suppose by the vaguest of chances we were to discover this pattern； what could we do？'
The Professor shrugged his ancient shoulders。 'No knowledge is ever wasted。 You know my methods。 I never make a move before acquainting myself with every last piece of relevant information。'
'Yes； but。。。 ' Jim made a rustling sound with the five…pound note。 'We will be in touch；' said John Omally。
'Good luck；' said the Professor； returning to his desk。 'I shall look forward to hearing from you。'
John and Jim wandered off towards the Flying Swan。 'At least one good thing has e out of all this；' said Jim after a while。
'Then you will kindly enlighten me as to what it is； because it has certainly slipped by me in the heat of the moment。'
'Well；' said Pooley； 'at least now we know that the strangers upon the allotment are not from the council； so we can continue our game。'
'You are wise beyond your years； Jim；' said Omally； dealing his panion a weltering blow to the skull。
16
Neville sat alone at a side table in his favourite darkened corner of the empty saloon…bar。 He heard the library clock faintly chiming the hour over towards the Butts Estate and sighed a deep and heartfelt sigh。
This was one of the part…time barman's favourite times； when； the optics replenished； the pumps checked； and the glasses polished； he could sit alone for the short half…hour before opening and reflect upon days gone by and days possibly yet to e。
This afternoon； however； the barman felt oddly ill at ease。 Something was going on in the borough； something sinister； and he could smell it。 Although whatever it was lurked just out of earshot and beyond his range of vision； Neville knew he could smell it。 And what he could smell； he most definitely did not like。 It was musty and tomb…like and had the sulphurous odour of the pit to it； and it made him feel awkward and uneasy。
The part…time barman's long thin hand snaked out from the darkness and drew away a tumbler of scotch from the table top。 There came a sipping sound； a slight smacking of lips； and another great dismal sigh。 Neville leant forward to replace the glass and his nose cleaved t