Redwood stood at the window and stared at a news placard on a paper-cart that rattled up the street.
“What’s the matter?” repeated Bensington, rising.
Redwood exclaimed violently.
“What is it?” said Bensington.
“Get a paper,” said Redwood, moving doorward.
“Why?”
“Get a paper. Something—I didn’t quite catch—Gigantic rats—!”
“Rats?”
“Yes, rats. Skinner was right after all!”
“What do you mean?”