Indeed, the way things were going the Yattering would be the one to break.

"Heard some yattering in the kitchen today about you and them Freys."

He needed some sleep, but quite clearly the Yattering had no intention of letting them alone just yet.

The Yattering could never hide from its master again.

'Heaven,' said the Yattering, not knowing quite what was meant by the word.

For its part, the Yattering was enjoying this orgy of destruction.

As Polo left the room, the Yattering rocked the light a little more.

Maybe they would be impressed enough by the Yattering's originality to improve its job- prospects.

The Yattering howled again, forgetting its years of training.

The Yattering threw itself downstairs, tore up a pillow.

From its vantage point on the landing the Yattering viewed the young woman balefully.

The Yattering had retired to the attic, well-satisfied with its endeavours.

Tired, but confident, the Yattering descended into the lounge.

Yet the Yattering was bound to that house, long night and longer day, until he had the man a lunatic, or as good as.

'Let me at least know why I'm in this house,' the Yattering appealed.

At least the creature accepted the Yattering's presence.

The Yattering, too concerned with the window to watch Jack closely, missed his doubling back through the house.

'I'm tired,' the Yattering pleaded, daring to approach the mirror.

Amanda was in the kitchen, preparing Christmas dinner, when the Yattering mounted its next attack.

The Yattering watched her back as she busied herself about the kitchen, enjoying the domesticity for a day.

The Yattering could bear it no longer.

The Yattering fumbled for the special word it had heard Beelzebub use.

And after six months of pursuing Polo, the Yattering was beginning to see extinction as an easy option.

The contest would go on for a minute or two until Jack accidentally found the measure of the Yattering's resistance, and won the day.

'Oh yes,' said the Yattering, warming to its prophecy.