Moore stared into the cruel eyes, like a bird watching a cat. He saw the Judge coming nearer with
his noose. He saw him throw the noose towards him. Desperately Moore threw himself to one side, and
saw the rope fall harmlessly to the floor. Again the Judge raised the noose and tried to catch Moore.
Again and again he tried. And all the time he stared mercilessly at the student. `He's just playing with
me,' thought Moore, `like a cat playing with a bird. Soon he'll catch me, and hang me . . . '
He looked desperately behind him. Hundreds of rats were watching him with bright, anxious little
eyes. Then he saw that the rope of the alarm bell was covered with rats. As he watched, more and more
were pouring down onto the rope, from the round hole in the ceiling that led to the bell itself. The rats
were hanging from the rope, and there were so many of them that the rope was swinging backwards and
forwards.
The alarm bell began to ring, softly at first, then more strongly. At the sound, the Judge looked up.
A devilish anger spread across his face. His eyes burned like red jewels. Outside there was a sudden,
deafening crash of thunder. The Judge raised his noose again, while the rats ran desperately up and
down the rope of the alarm bell.
This time, instead of throwing the rope, the Judge moved nearer to Moore, and held the noose
open. Moore was unable to move. He stood there like a stone figure. He felt the Judge's icy fingers and
the pliable rope against his neck. He felt the noose against his throat. Then the Judge picked up the stiff
body of the student in his arms. He carried him over to the great oak chair and stood him on it. Then,
stepping up beside him, the Judge put up his hand and caught the rope of the alarm bell. At his touch the
rats ran away, squeaking with fear. They disappeared through the hole in the ceiling. Then the Judge
took the end of the noose which was around Moore's neck. He tied it to the hanging bell rope. Then he
climbed down, and pulled away the chair.