was already warm. He did not remember hearing any birds that morning,

there was certainly no breeze stirring, and the only sounds were the

faint movements from within the cindery cylinder. He was all alone on

the common.

Then suddenly he noticed with a start that some of the grey

clinker, the ashy incrustation that covered the meteorite, was falling

off the circular edge of the end. It was dropping off in flakes and

raining down upon the sand. A large piece suddenly came off and fell

with a sharp noise that brought his heart into his mouth.

For a minute he scarcely realised what this meant, and, although

the heat was excessive, he clambered down into the pit close to the

bulk to see the Thing more clearly. He fancied even then that the

cooling of the body might account for this, but what disturbed that

idea was the fact that the ash was falling only from the end of the

cylinder.

And then he perceived that, very slowly, the circular top of the

cylinder was rotating on its body. It was such a gradual movement

that he discovered it only through noticing that a black mark that had

been near him five minutes ago was now at the other side of the

circumference. Even then he scarcely understood what this indicated,

until he heard a muffled grating sound and saw the black mark jerk

forward an inch or so. Then the thing came upon him in a flash. The

cylinder was artificial--hollow--with an end that screwed out!

The War of the Worlds