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Mr.
Marvel
retorted
incoherently
and
,
receding
,
was
hidden
by
a
bend
in
the
road
,
but
the
mariner
still
stood
magnificent
in
the
midst
of
the
way
,
until
the
approach
of
a
butcher
's
cart
dislodged
him
.
Then
he
turned
himself
towards
Port
Stowe
.
"
Full
of
extra-ordinary
asses
,
"
he
said
softly
to
himself
.
"
Just
to
take
me
down
a
bit
--
that
was
his
silly
game
--
It
's
on
the
paper
!
"
And
there
was
another
extraordinary
thing
he
was
presently
to
hear
,
that
had
happened
quite
close
to
him
.
And
that
was
a
vision
of
a
"
fist
full
of
money
"
(
no
less
)
travelling
without
visible
agency
,
along
by
the
wall
at
the
corner
of
St.
Michael
's
Lane
.
A
brother
mariner
had
seen
this
wonderful
sight
that
very
morning
.
He
had
snatched
at
the
money
forthwith
and
had
been
knocked
headlong
,
and
when
he
had
got
to
his
feet
the
butterfly
money
had
vanished
.
Our
mariner
was
in
the
mood
to
believe
anything
,
he
declared
,
but
that
was
a
bit
too
stiff
.
Afterwards
,
however
,
he
began
to
think
things
over
.
The
story
of
the
flying
money
was
true
.
And
all
about
that
neighbourhood
,
even
from
the
august
London
and
Country
Banking
Company
,
from
the
tills
of
shops
and
inns
--
doors
standing
that
sunny
weather
entirely
open
--
money
had
been
quietly
and
dexterously
making
off
that
day
in
handfuls
and
rouleaux
,
floating
quietly
along
by
walls
and
shady
places
,
dodging
quickly
from
the
approaching
eyes
of
men
.
And
it
had
,
though
no
man
had
traced
it
,
invariably
ended
its
mysterious
flight
in
the
pocket
of
that
agitated
gentleman
in
the
obsolete
silk
hat
,
sitting
outside
the
little
inn
on
the
outskirts
of
Port
Stowe
.
It
was
ten
days
after
--
and
indeed
only
when
the
Burdock
story
was
already
old
--
that
the
mariner
collated
these
facts
and
began
to
understand
how
near
he
had
been
to
the
wonderful
Invisible
Man
.
In
the
early
evening
time
Dr.
Kemp
was
sitting
in
his
study
in
the
belvedere
on
the
hill
overlooking
Burdock
.
It
was
a
pleasant
little
room
,
with
three
windows
--
north
,
west
,
and
south
--
and
bookshelves
covered
with
books
and
scientific
publications
,
and
a
broad
writing-table
,
and
,
under
the
north
window
,
a
microscope
,
glass
slips
,
minute
instruments
,
some
cultures
,
and
scattered
bottles
of
reagents
.
Dr.
Kemp
's
solar
lamp
was
lit
,
albeit
the
sky
was
still
bright
with
the
sunset
light
,
and
his
blinds
were
up
because
there
was
no
offence
of
peering
outsiders
to
require
them
pulled
down
.
Dr.
Kemp
was
a
tall
and
slender
young
man
,
with
flaxen
hair
and
a
moustache
almost
white
,
and
the
work
he
was
upon
would
earn
him
,
he
hoped
,
the
fellowship
of
the
Royal
Society
,
so
highly
did
he
think
of
it
.
And
his
eye
,
presently
wandering
from
his
work
,
caught
the
sunset
blazing
at
the
back
of
the
hill
that
is
over
against
his
own
.
For
a
minute
perhaps
he
sat
,
pen
in
mouth
,
admiring
the
rich
golden
colour
above
the
crest
,
and
then
his
attention
was
attracted
by
the
little
figure
of
a
man
,
inky
black
,
running
over
the
hill-brow
towards
him
.
He
was
a
shortish
little
man
,
and
he
wore
a
high
hat
,
and
he
was
running
so
fast
that
his
legs
verily
twinkled
.
"
Another
of
those
fools
,
"
said
Dr.
Kemp
.
"
Like
that
ass
who
ran
into
me
this
morning
round
a
corner
,
with
the
"
Visible
Man
a-coming
,
sir
!
'
I
ca
n't
imagine
what
possesses
people
.
One
might
think
we
were
in
the
thirteenth
century
.
"
He
got
up
,
went
to
the
window
,
and
stared
at
the
dusky
hillside
,
and
the
dark
little
figure
tearing
down
it
.
"
He
seems
in
a
confounded
hurry
,
"
said
Dr.
Kemp
,
"
but
he
does
n't
seem
to
be
getting
on
.
If
his
pockets
were
full
of
lead
,
he
could
n't
run
heavier
.
"
"
Spurted
,
sir
,
"
said
Dr.
Kemp
.
