They talked, and Ted got the impression that he was doing rather well. He kept on insisting on this routine every other night, so that if he needed to skip a meeting, it would be easy for him to make Mrs. Madorn suspicious on purpose.
Mr. Madorn - it was so funny to call him that - was done with the explosives.
They went into the woods and listened to the hum. It seemed to amplify its power when Mad was present, perhaps wishing to convert a man of science and reason into believing in its strange magic.
"I am ready," Ted said. "Let's burn it all down. The Triangles will not know about this before it is too late."
A strong wind pushed him back just as he was trying to get onwards.
"Well, you CAN just eat my -"
"Ted, it's not a person, it will not be insulted in the same way that people can -"
But a particularly strong gust took her words away.
