![]() There was no way of locking it-not that it would have been any use. >Susan screamed and came running back into the room, slamming the frail door behind her. There was a splintering crack from out in the hall, and he knew that the front door had yielded. Others were clustered at the front door, pounding with their fists. There were some twenty youths gathered on the pavement outside. He wondered if anybody was phoning the police. The residents were obviously not going to tangle with the youths. Only a single streetlamp lit up the bizarre scene. ![]() 'If you're not out in ten seconds,' a tall, well-built youth in a black leather jacket and jeans yelled, 'we're smashin' the door down and comin' in' If the football season had started maybe they wouldn't be here.' 'What are we going to do?' They're just looking for trouble, and dangerous. I'll bet the oldest one amongst 'em isn't more than twenty. 'Come on out or we'll burn the bloody place down' 'Who are they?' Susan was trembling. One of them bad an axe, and he heard the woodwork of the front ![]() His reply was greeted with guffaws, and more of the youths began crowding into the tiny front garden. 'Did you get through?' Newman gave way to a fit of coughing. Then let's just pray they get here in time.' More stones and bricks showered into the room. There was a howl of pain, and the improvised torch fell to the carpet. Newman struck downwards viciously with a heavy glass ashtray, catching the youth on the forearm. 'Calm yourselves.' Newman tried to speak evenly. ![]()
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