Mike hesitated, but Granger repeated, ‘Go,’ in such a quiet and beatific way that Mike found it impossible to resist him. He walked down the aisle to the stockroom, and came back a minute or two later with five packs of Kellogg’s crispbread and two cans of Chicken of the Sea. Seven or eight of Granger’s closest disciples had gathered around him now, wanting to know what was going on, and they watched in awe as Granger arranged the food in a supermarket basket and prepared to step outside.

‘That mob sure looks unhappy,’ remarked one of the men, a bald, sun-bronzed insurance salesman from the San Fernando Valley. ‘I’m glad it’s not me that’s going out there.’

Granger laid a hand on his shoulder. ‘You are about to witness a miracle. Doubting Thomas. When you see what happens, you’ll wish more than anything else that you were me, and that God’s generosity and kindness was flowing through you.’

The man made a moue, and said, ‘Good luck, all the same.’

Tony was ready at the door, holding his .22 target pistol. As Granger came forward with his shopping basket under his arm, he said, ‘You sure you want to go? If they try to attack you, I may not be able to let you back in.’

‘Attack me?’ smiled Granger. He touched Tony’s head with the sign of the cross. ‘They will adore me – and I will bring them in here afterwards friendly and laughing. I doubted my faith until now – just as you doubt it now – but this is the test – this is the time.’

Season said to Mike Bull, ‘Do you really think we ought to let him go? I don’t know what’s come over him. One minute he was trying to persuade me that God had chosen nobody else but us to survive… now he’s risking his life to feed a whole mob of starving people with five packs of crispbread and two cans of tuna fish.’

‘I don’t see what we can do to stop him,’ said Mike.

‘But why does he even want to go?’

‘I don’t know. He’s always been kind of changeable. You know, up one minute, down the next. But I think he’s been worrying for days about letting other people go hungry while we’re all holed up in here. He tried to justify it, tried to think his way round it, but I know that it made him feel guilty as all hell. I don’t think you helped much, needling his faith all the time. I guess he thinks he’s found a way to solve it now. He feeds everybody outside with a miracle, and that means we can keep the rest of the food in the stockroom with a clear conscience.’