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"
He
's
not
in
the
kitchen
,
"
said
the
barman
.
"
There
's
two
women
there
,
and
I
've
stabbed
every
inch
of
it
with
this
little
beef
slicer
.
And
they
do
n't
think
he
's
come
in
.
They
have
n't
noticed
--
"
"
Have
you
fastened
it
?
"
asked
the
first
cabman
.
"
I
'm
out
of
frocks
,
"
said
the
barman
.
The
man
with
the
beard
replaced
his
revolver
.
And
even
as
he
did
so
the
flap
of
the
bar
was
shut
down
and
the
bolt
clicked
,
and
then
with
a
tremendous
thud
the
catch
of
the
door
snapped
and
the
bar-parlour
door
burst
open
.
They
heard
Marvel
squeal
like
a
caught
leveret
,
and
forthwith
they
were
clambering
over
the
bar
to
his
rescue
.
The
bearded
man
's
revolver
cracked
and
the
looking-glass
at
the
back
of
the
parlour
starred
and
came
smashing
and
tinkling
down
.
As
the
barman
entered
the
room
he
saw
Marvel
,
curiously
crumpled
up
and
struggling
against
the
door
that
led
to
the
yard
and
kitchen
.
The
door
flew
open
while
the
barman
hesitated
,
and
Marvel
was
dragged
into
the
kitchen
.
There
was
a
scream
and
a
clatter
of
pans
.
Marvel
,
head
down
,
and
lugging
back
obstinately
,
was
forced
to
the
kitchen
door
,
and
the
bolts
were
drawn
.
Then
the
policeman
,
who
had
been
trying
to
pass
the
barman
,
rushed
in
,
followed
by
one
of
the
cabmen
,
gripped
the
wrist
of
the
invisible
hand
that
collared
Marvel
,
was
hit
in
the
face
and
went
reeling
back
.
The
door
opened
,
and
Marvel
made
a
frantic
effort
to
obtain
a
lodgment
behind
it
.
Then
the
cabman
collared
something
.
"
I
got
him
,
"
said
the
cabman
.
The
barman
's
red
hands
came
clawing
at
the
unseen
.
"
Here
he
is
!
"
said
the
barman
.
Mr.
Marvel
,
released
,
suddenly
dropped
to
the
ground
and
made
an
attempt
to
crawl
behind
the
legs
of
the
fighting
men
.
The
struggle
blundered
round
the
edge
of
the
door
.
The
voice
of
the
Invisible
Man
was
heard
for
the
first
time
,
yelling
out
sharply
,
as
the
policeman
trod
on
his
foot
.
Then
he
cried
out
passionately
and
his
fists
flew
round
like
flails
.
The
cabman
suddenly
whooped
and
doubled
up
,
kicked
under
the
diaphragm
.
The
door
into
the
bar-parlour
from
the
kitchen
slammed
and
covered
Mr.
Marvel
's
retreat
.
The
men
in
the
kitchen
found
themselves
clutching
at
and
struggling
with
empty
air
.
"
Where
's
he
gone
?
"
cried
the
man
with
the
beard
.
"
Out
?
"
"
This
way
,
"
said
the
policeman
,
stepping
into
the
yard
and
stopping
.
