There was a long silence…then suddenly there was a brutal crack like a giant stamping on a plate and daylight spewed through a sudden hole in the front wall of the barn–just above the double doors. Dust exploded into the air to hang in a roiling cloud–gleaming in the sunlight. Then the front of the barn literally unzipped–bricks fountaining up and away in two diverging streams and the doors abruptly ripped off their hinges and went spinning off through the air like something from a catastrophic decompression.Suddenly I could see the farmyard outside, brightly lit by afternoon sunlight, bricks falling out of the clear blue sky like rain, dust puffing up as they landed, thudding, on the track.And, having made sure everyone was paying attention to the front, Nightingale walked in through the back door.