The Invisible Man
"I must be getting on, I think," he said. He edged in a curious way along the seat away from his interlocutor. "But you was just agoing to tell me about this here Invisible Man!" protested the Mariner. Mr. Marvel seemed to consult with himself. "Hoax," said a voice. "It 's a hoax," said Mr. Marvel.
"But it 's in the paper," said the Mariner.
"Hoax all the same," said Marvel. "I know the chap that started the lie. There ain't no Invisible Man whatsoever—Blimey."
"But how 'bout this paper? D' you mean to say—?"
"Not a word of it," said Marvel, stoutly.
The Mariner stared, paper in hand. Mr. Marvel jerkily faced about. "Wait a bit," said the Mariner, rising and speaking slowly. "D' you mean to say—?"
"I do," said Mr. Marvel.
"Then why did you let me go on and tell you all this blarsted stuff, then? What d'yer mean by letting a man make a fool of himself like that for? Eigh?"
Mr. Marvel blew out his cheeks. The Mariner was suddenly very red indeed; he clenched his
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