The coroner had no way of knowing that somewhere in that small, menacing form there was a noble but lost mentality that knew itself as Adam, and held thoughts of a strange and wonderful realm of peace and splendor beyond the grasp of the normal physical senses.
The coroner could not know that the erratic motions of that small left front foot, if connected to the proper mechanisms, would have been audible as, perhaps, a prayer, a desperate plea to whatever lay in the Great Beyond to come down and rescue its humble creature.
"Vicious little bastard," the coroner said nervously to the homicide men gathered around Dr. MacNare's desk.
"Let me take care of it," said one of the detectives.
"No," the coroner answered. "I'll do it."
Quickly, so as not to be bitten, he picked Adam up by the tip of the tail and slammed him forcefully against the top of the desk.
End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Rat in the Skull, by Rog Phillips