I was sweating, and as I passed a radiator I touched it. Red-hot. They must have cranked the thermostat up and left it when they went out. More expense. Then I remembered the puddle of cat sick by the back door and went to take a closer look. What had made him throw up? The gas? With a lurch of horror, I remembered what the two anglers had told me about the Robinsons’ old neighbour’s cat dying from rat poison.
