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or a family that has cheated us。〃
〃I'm tired；〃 the Yattering pleaded； daring to approach the mirror。
〃Please。 I beg you。〃
〃Claim this man；〃 said Beelzebub； 〃or you will suffer in his place。〃 The figure in the mirror waved its black and yellow trunk and faded。
〃Where is your pride？〃 said the master's voice as it shrivelled into distance。 〃Pride； Yattering； pride。〃 Then he was gone。
In its frustration the Yattering picked up the cat and threw it into the fire； where it was rapidly cremated。 If only the law allowed such easy cruelty to be visited upon human flesh； it thought。 If only。 If only。 Then it'd make Polo suffer such torments。 But no。 The Yattering knew the laws as well as the back of its hand； they had been flayed on to its exposed cortex as a fledgling demon by its teachers。 And Law One stated： 〃Thou shalt not lay palm upon thy victims。〃 It had never been told why this law pertained； but it did。
〃Thou shalt not 。 。 。〃 So the whole painful process continued。 Day in； day out； and still the man showed no sign of yielding。 Over the next few weeks the Yattering killed two more cats that Polo brought home to replace his treasured Freddy （now ash）。
The first of these poor victims was drowned in the toilet bowl one idle Friday afternoon。 It was a pretty satisfaction to see the look of distaste register on Polo's face as he unzipped his fly and glanced down。 But any pleasure the Yattering took in Jack's disfiture was cancelled out by the blithely efficient way in which the man dealt with the dead cat； hoisting the bundle of soaking fur out of the pan； wrapping it in a towel and burying it in the back garden with scarcely a murmur。
The third cat that Polo brought home was wise to the invisible presence of the demon from the start。 There was indeed an entertaining week in mid…November when life for the Yattering became almost interesting while it played cat and mouse with Freddy the Third。 Freddy played the mouse。 Cats not being especially bright animals the game was scarcely a great intellectual challenge； but it made a change from the endless days of waiting； haunting and failing。 At least the creature accepted the Yattering's presence。 Eventually； however； in a filthy mood （caused by the re…marriage of the Yattering's naked widow） the demon lost its temper with the cat。 It was sharpening its nails on the nylon carpet； clawing and scratching at the pile for hours on end。 The noise put the demon's metaphysical teeth on edge。 It looked at the cat once； briefly； and it flew apart as though it had swallowed a live grenade。
The effect was spectacular。 The results were gross。 Cat…brain； cat…fur； cat…gut everywhere。
Polo got home that evening exhausted； and stood in the doorway of the dining…room； his face sickened； surveying the carnage that had been Freddy III。
〃Damn dogs；〃 he said。 〃Damn； damn dogs。〃 There was anger in his voice。 Yes； exulted the Yattering； anger。 The man was upset： there was clear evidence of emotion on his face。
Elated； the demon raced through the house； determined to capitalize on its victory。 It opened and slammed every door。 It smashed vases。 It set the lampshades swinging。
Polo just cleaned up the cat。
The Yattering threw itself downstairs； tore up a pillow。 Impersonated a thing with a limp and an appetite for human flesh in the attic； and giggling。
Polo just buried Freddy III； beside the grave of Freddy II； and the ashes of Freddy I。
Then he retired to bed； without his pillow。
The demon was utterly stumped。 If the man could not raise more than a flicker of concern when his cat was exploded in the dining…room； what chance had it got of ever breaking the bastard？
There was one last opportunity left。
It was approaching Christ's Mass； and Jack's children would be ing home to the bosom of the family。 Perhaps they could convince him that all was not well with the world； perhaps they could get their fingernails under his flawless indifference； and begin to break him down。 Hoping against hope； the Yattering sat out the weeks to late December； planning its attacks with all the imaginative malice it could muster。
Meanwhile； Jack's life sauntered on。 He seemed to live apart from his experience； living his life as an author might write a preposterous story； never involving himself in the narrative too deeply。 In several significant ways； however； he showed his enthusiasm for the ing holiday。 He cleared his daughters〃 rooms immaculately。 He made their beds up with sweet…smelling linen。 He cleaned every speck of cat's blood out of the carpet。 He even set up a Christmas tree in the lounge； hung with iridescent balls； tinsel and presents。
Once in a while； as he went about the preparations； Jack thought of the game he was playing； and quietly calculated the odds against him。 In the days to e he would have to measure not only his own suffering； but that of his daughters； against the possible victory。 And always； when he made these calculations； the chance of victory seemed to outweigh the risks。
So he continued to write his life； and waited。
Snow came； soft pats of it against the windows； against the door。 Children arrived to sing carols； and he was generous to them。 It was possible； for a brief time； to believe in peace on earth。
Late in the evening of the twenty…third of December the daughters arrived； in a flurry of cases and kisses。 The youngest； Amanda； arrived home first。 From its vantage point on the landing the Yattering viewed the young woman balefully。 She didn't look like ideal material in which to induce a breakdown。 In fact； she looked dangerous。 Gina followed an hour or two later； a smoothly…polished woman of the world at twenty…four； she looked every bit as intimidating as her sister。 They came into the house with their bustle and their laughter； they re…arranged the furniture； they threw out the junk…food in the freezer； they told each other （and their father） how much they had missed each other's pany。 Within the space of a few hours the drab house was repainted with light； and fun and love。
It made the Yattering sick。
Whimpering； it hid its head in the bedroom to block out the din of affection； but the shock…waves enveloped it。 All it could do was sit； and listen； and refine its revenge。
Jack was pleased to have his beauties home。 Amanda so full of opinions； and so strong； like her mother。 Gina more like his mother： poised； perceptive。 He was so happy in their presence he could have wept； and here was he； the proud father； putting them both at such risk。 But what was the alternative？ If he had cancelled the Christmas celebrations； it would have looked highly suspicious。 It might even have spoiled his whole strategy； waking the enemy to the trick that was being played。
No； he must sit tight。 Play dumb； the way the enemy had e to expect him to be。
The time would e for action。
At 3。15 a。m。 on Christmas morning the Yattering opened hostilities by throwing Amanda out of bed。 A paltry performance at best； but it had the intended effect。 Sleepily rubbing her bruised head； she climbed back into bed； only to have the bed buck and shake and fling her off again like an unbroken colt。
The noise woke the rest of the house。 Gina was first in her sister's room。
〃What's going on？〃
〃There's somebody under the bed。〃
〃What？〃 Gina picked up a paperweight from the dresser and demanded the assailant e out。 The Yattering； invisible； sat on the window seat and made obscene gestures at the women； tying knots in its genitalia。
Gina peered under the bed。 The Yattering was clinging to the light fixture now； persuading it to swing backwards and forwards； making the room reel。
〃There's nothing there…〃
〃There is。〃 Amanda knew。 Oh yes； she knew。
〃There's something here； Gina；〃 she said。 〃Something in the room with us； I'm sure of it。〃
〃No。〃 Gina was absolute。 〃It's empty。〃 Amanda was searching behind the wardrobe when Polo came in。
〃What's all the din？〃
〃There's something in the house Daddy。 I was thrown out of bed。〃 Jack looked at the crumpled sheets； the dislodged mattress； then at Amanda。 This was the first test： he must lie as casually as poss