The Invisible Man
before I eat," said the Invisible Man, with a full mouth, eating greedily. "Queer fancy!"
"I suppose that wrist is all right," said Kemp.
"Trust me," said the Invisible Man.
"Of all the strange and wonderful—"
"Exactly. But it 's odd I should blunder into your house to get my bandaging. My first stroke of luck! Anyhow I meant to sleep in this house to-night. You must stand that! It 's a filthy nuisance, my blood showing, is n't it? Quite a clot over there. Gets visible as it coagulates, I see. I 've been in the house three hours."
"But how 's it done?" began Kemp, in a tone of exasperation. "Confound it! The whole business—it 's unreasonable from beginning to end."
"Quite reasonable," said the Invisible Man. "Perfectly reasonable."
He reached over and secured the whiskey bottle. Kemp stared at the devouring dressing gown. A ray of candle-light penetrating a torn patch in the right shoulder, made a triangle of light under the left ribs. "What were the shots?" he asked, "How did the shooting begin?"
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