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"
Hullo
!
"
cried
the
constable
.
"
Here
's
his
feet
a-showing
!
"
And
so
,
slowly
,
beginning
at
his
hands
and
feet
and
creeping
along
his
limbs
to
the
vital
centres
of
his
body
,
that
strange
change
continued
.
It
was
like
the
slow
spreading
of
a
poison
.
First
came
the
little
white
nerves
,
a
hazy
grey
sketch
of
a
limb
,
then
the
glassy
bones
and
intricate
arteries
,
then
the
flesh
and
skin
,
first
a
faint
fogginess
,
and
then
growing
rapidly
dense
and
opaque
.
Presently
they
could
see
his
crushed
chest
and
his
shoulders
,
and
the
dim
outline
of
his
drawn
and
battered
features
.
When
at
last
the
crowd
made
way
for
Kemp
to
stand
erect
,
there
lay
,
naked
and
pitiful
on
the
ground
,
the
bruised
and
broken
body
of
a
young
man
about
thirty
.
His
hair
and
brow
were
white
--
not
grey
with
age
,
but
white
with
the
whiteness
of
albinism
--
and
his
eyes
were
like
garnets
.
His
hands
were
clenched
,
his
eyes
wide
open
,
and
his
expression
was
one
of
anger
and
dismay
.
"
Cover
his
face
!
"
said
a
man
.
"
For
Gawd
's
sake
,
cover
that
face
!
"
and
three
little
children
,
pushing
forward
through
the
crowd
,
were
suddenly
twisted
round
and
sent
packing
off
again
.
Someone
brought
a
sheet
from
the
"
Jolly
Cricketers
,
"
and
having
covered
him
,
they
carried
him
into
that
house
.
And
there
it
was
,
on
a
shabby
bed
in
a
tawdry
,
ill-lighted
bedroom
,
surrounded
by
a
crowd
of
ignorant
and
excited
people
,
broken
and
wounded
,
betrayed
and
unpitied
,
that
Griffin
,
the
first
of
all
men
to
make
himself
invisible
,
Griffin
,
the
most
gifted
physicist
the
world
has
ever
seen
,
ended
in
infinite
disaster
his
strange
and
terrible
career
.
So
ends
the
story
of
the
strange
and
evil
experiments
of
the
Invisible
Man
.
And
if
you
would
learn
more
of
him
you
must
go
to
a
little
inn
near
Port
Stowe
and
talk
to
the
landlord
.
The
sign
of
the
inn
is
an
empty
board
save
for
a
hat
and
boots
,
and
the
name
is
the
title
of
this
story
.
The
landlord
is
a
short
and
corpulent
little
man
with
a
nose
of
cylindrical
proportions
,
wiry
hair
,
and
a
sporadic
rosiness
of
visage
.
Drink
generously
,
and
he
will
tell
you
generously
of
all
the
things
that
happened
to
him
after
that
time
,
and
of
how
the
lawyers
tried
to
do
him
out
of
the
treasure
found
upon
him
.
"
When
they
found
they
could
n't
prove
whose
money
was
which
,
I
'm
blessed
,
"
he
says
,
"
if
they
did
n't
try
to
make
me
out
a
blooming
treasure
trove
!
Do
I
look
like
a
Treasure
Trove
?
And
then
a
gentleman
gave
me
a
guinea
a
night
to
tell
the
story
at
the
Empire
Music
'
All
--
just
to
tell
'em
in
my
own
words
--
barring
one
.
"
And
if
you
want
to
cut
off
the
flow
of
his
reminiscences
abruptly
,
you
can
always
do
so
by
asking
if
there
were
n't
three
manuscript
books
in
the
story
.
He
admits
there
were
and
proceeds
to
explain
,
with
asseverations
that
everybody
thinks
he
has
'em
!
But
bless
you
!
he
has
n't
.
"
The
Invisible
Man
it
was
took
'em
off
to
hide
'em
when
I
cut
and
ran
for
Port
Stowe
.
It
's
that
Mr.
Kemp
put
people
on
with
the
idea
of
my
having
'em
.
"
And
then
he
subsides
into
a
pensive
state
,
watches
you
furtively
,
bustles
nervously
with
glasses
,
and
presently
leaves
the
bar
.
