In Drury Lane
that house in a disguise without his seeing me. I could n't think of any other way of doing it. And then I gagged him with a Louis Quatorze vest and tied him up in a sheet."
"Tied him up in a sheet!"
"Made a sort of bag of it It was rather a good idea to keep the idiot scared and quiet, and a devilish hard thing to get out of—head away from the string. My dear Kemp, it 's no good your sitting and glaring as though I was a murderer. It had to be done. He had his revolver. If once he saw me he would be able to describe me—"
"But still," said Kemp, "in England—to-day. And the man was in his own house, and you were—well, robbing."
"Robbing! Confound it! You'll call me a thief next! Surely, Kemp, you 're not fool enough to dance on the old strings. Can't you see my position?"
"And his too," said Kemp.
The Invisible Man stood up sharply. "What do you mean to say?"
Kemp's face grew a trifle hard. He was about to speak and checked himself. "I suppose, after
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