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In
another
moment
the
higher
of
the
villas
that
had
clambered
up
the
hill
from
Burdock
had
occulted
the
running
figure
.
He
was
visible
again
for
a
moment
,
and
again
,
and
then
again
,
three
times
between
the
three
detached
houses
that
came
next
,
and
then
the
terrace
hid
him
.
"
Asses
!
"
said
Dr.
Kemp
,
swinging
round
on
his
heel
and
walking
back
to
his
writing-table
.
But
those
who
saw
the
fugitive
nearer
,
and
perceived
the
abject
terror
on
his
perspiring
face
,
being
themselves
in
the
open
roadway
,
did
not
share
in
the
doctor
's
contempt
.
By
the
man
pounded
,
and
as
he
ran
he
chinked
like
a
well-filled
purse
that
is
tossed
to
and
fro
.
He
looked
neither
to
the
right
nor
the
left
,
but
his
dilated
eyes
stared
straight
downhill
to
where
the
lamps
were
being
lit
,
and
the
people
were
crowded
in
the
street
.
And
his
ill-shaped
mouth
fell
apart
,
and
a
glairy
foam
lay
on
his
lips
,
and
his
breath
came
hoarse
and
noisy
.
All
he
passed
stopped
and
began
staring
up
the
road
and
down
,
and
interrogating
one
another
with
an
inkling
of
discomfort
for
the
reason
of
his
haste
.
And
then
presently
,
far
up
the
hill
,
a
dog
playing
in
the
road
yelped
and
ran
under
a
gate
,
and
as
they
still
wondered
something
--
a
wind
--
a
pad
,
pad
,
pad
,
--
a
sound
like
a
panting
breathing
,
rushed
by
.
People
screamed
.
People
sprang
off
the
pavement
:
It
passed
in
shouts
,
it
passed
by
instinct
down
the
hill
.
They
were
shouting
in
the
street
before
Marvel
was
halfway
there
.
They
were
bolting
into
houses
and
slamming
the
doors
behind
them
,
with
the
news
.
He
heard
it
and
made
one
last
desperate
spurt
.
Fear
came
striding
by
,
rushed
ahead
of
him
,
and
in
a
moment
had
seized
the
town
.
"
The
Invisible
Man
is
coming
!
The
Invisible
Man
!
"
The
"
Jolly
Cricketers
"
is
just
at
the
bottom
of
the
hill
,
where
the
tram-lines
begin
.
The
barman
leant
his
fat
red
arms
on
the
counter
and
talked
of
horses
with
an
anaemic
cabman
,
while
a
black-bearded
man
in
grey
snapped
up
biscuit
and
cheese
,
drank
Burton
,
and
conversed
in
American
with
a
policeman
off
duty
.
"
What
's
the
shouting
about
!
"
said
the
anaemic
cabman
,
going
off
at
a
tangent
,
trying
to
see
up
the
hill
over
the
dirty
yellow
blind
in
the
low
window
of
the
inn
.
Somebody
ran
by
outside
.
"
Fire
,
perhaps
,
"
said
the
barman
.
Footsteps
approached
,
running
heavily
,
the
door
was
pushed
open
violently
,
and
Marvel
,
weeping
and
dishevelled
,
his
hat
gone
,
the
neck
of
his
coat
torn
open
,
rushed
in
,
made
a
convulsive
turn
,
and
attempted
to
shut
the
door
.
It
was
held
half
open
by
a
strap
.
"
Coming
!
"
he
bawled
,
his
voice
shrieking
with
terror
.
"
He
's
coming
.
The
'
Visible
Man
!
After
me
!
For
Gawd
's
sake
!
'
Elp
!
'
Elp
!
'
Elp
!
"
