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'But you, dear Hamnpork, are not,' said Dangerous Beans. 'Will you go with Darktan's crew to find out where she came from? It could be dangerous.'

This made Hamnpork's hair rise again. 'I'm not afraid of danger!' he roared.

'Of course not. That is why you should go. She was terrified,' said Dangerous Beans.

'I've never been scared of anything!' shouted Hamnpork.

Now Dangerous Beans turned to face him. In the candlelight there was a glow in the pink eyes. Hamnpork was not a rat who spent a lot of time thinking about things he couldn't see or smell or bite, but…

He looked up. The candlelight made big rat shadows dance on the wall. Hamnpork had heard the young rats talking about shadows and dreams and what happened to your shadow after you died. He didn't worry about that stuff. Shadows couldn't bite you. There was nothing to be frightened of in shadows. But now his own voice in his head told him I'm frightened of what those eyes can see. He glared at Darktan, who was scratching something in the mud with one of his sticks.

'I'll go, but I will lead the expedition,' he said. 'I'm senior rat here!'

'That doesn't worry me,' said Darktan. 'Mr Clicky is going to be going in front in any case.'

'I thought he got smashed last week?' said Peaches.

'We've got two left,' said Darktan. 'Then we'll have to raid another pet shop.'

'I'm the leader,' said Hamnpork. 'I'll say what we do, Darktan.'

'Fine, sir. Fine,' said Darktan, still drawing in the mud. 'And you know how to make all the traps safe, do you?'

'No, but I can tell you to!'

'Good. Good,' said Darktan, making more marks with his stick and not looking at the leader. 'And you'll tell me which levers to leave alone and which bits to wedge open, will you?'

'I don't have to understand about traps,' said Hamnpork.

'But I do, sir,' said Darktan, speaking in the same calm voice. 'And I'm telling you that there's a couple of things about some of these new traps I don't understand, and until I understand them I'd very respectfully suggest you leave it all to me,'

'That is not the way to talk to a superior rat!'

Darktan gave him a look, and Peaches held her breath.

This is the showdown, she thought. This is where we find out who is the leader.

Then Darktan said, 'I am sorry. Impertinence was not intended.'

Peaches picked up the astonishment amongst the older males who were watching. Darktan. He'd backed down! He hadn't leapt!

But he hadn't cowered back, either.

Hamnpork's fur settled. The old rat was at a loss to know how to deal with this. All the signals were mixed up.

'Well, er…'

'Obviously, as the leader you must give the orders,' said Darktan.

'Yes, er…'

'But my advice, sir, is that we investigate this. Unknown things are dangerous.'

'Yes. Certainly,' said Hamnpork. 'Yes, indeed. We will investigate. Of course. See to it. I am the leader, and that is what I am saying.'

Maurice looked around at the inside of the rat-catchers' shed.

'It looks like a rat-catchers' shed,' he said. 'Benches, chairs, stove, lots of rat skins hanging up, piles of old traps, a couple of dog muzzles, rolls of wire netting, considerable evidence of a lack of any dusting ever being done. It's what I'd have expected a rat-catchers' hut to look like inside.'

'I was expecting something… horrible yet interesting,' said Malicia. 'Some ghastly clue.'

'Does there have to be a clue?' said Keith.

'Of course!' said Malicia, looking under a chair. 'Look, cat, there's two types of people in the world. There are those who have got the plot, and those who haven't.'

'The world hasn't got a plot,' said Maurice. 'Things just… happen, one after another.'

'Only if you think of it like that,' said Malicia, far too smugly in Maurice's opinion. 'There's always a plot. You just have to know where to look.' She paused for a moment and then said, 'Look! That's the word! There'll be a secret passage, of course! Everyone look for the entrance to the secret passage!'

'Er… how will we know it's the entrance to a secret passage?'