The steam train rattled through the empty station blowing up old newspapers from un-emptied bins.

The Victorian hanging clock noisily ticked on, its iron minute-hand juddering.

Silence returned.

Grey clouds loomed. A cold gusting wind told of rain.

A fat black and white cat sat hunched under the bench-seat near the chocolate machine, watching intently.

The scurrying menace would be back. But this time the thieving vermin would not make a mockery of him.

No! This time he would win.

Thunder clapped and the rain poured down.

A twitching nose appeared from a hole in the platform.

The game was afoot!