Next day Martians hammer

I awoke to alien sounds of hammering from the pit, and hurried to the railway station to buy the paper. Around me, the daily routine of life; working, eating, sleeping, was continuing serenely as it had for countless years. On Horsell Common, the Martians continued hammering and stirring, indefatigable, at work on the machines they were making.

Horsell Common and the Heat Ray