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"
Food
?
"
said
Kemp
.
The
tumbler
of
whiskey
tilted
itself
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
Invisible
Man
rapping
it
down
.
"
Have
you
a
dressing-gown
?
"
Kemp
made
some
exclamation
in
an
undertone
.
He
walked
to
a
wardrobe
and
produced
a
robe
of
dingy
scarlet
.
"
This
do
?
"
he
asked
.
It
was
taken
from
him
.
It
hung
limp
for
a
moment
in
mid-air
,
fluttered
weirdly
,
stood
full
and
decorous
buttoning
itself
,
and
sat
down
in
his
chair
.
"
Drawers
,
socks
,
slippers
would
be
a
comfort
,
"
said
the
Unseen
,
curtly
.
"
And
food
.
"
"
Anything
.
But
this
is
the
insanest
thing
I
ever
was
in
,
in
my
life
!
"
He
turned
out
his
drawers
for
the
articles
,
and
then
went
downstairs
to
ransack
his
larder
.
He
came
back
with
some
cold
cutlets
and
bread
,
pulled
up
a
light
table
,
and
placed
them
before
his
guest
.
"
Never
mind
knives
,
"
said
his
visitor
,
and
a
cutlet
hung
in
mid-air
,
with
a
sound
of
gnawing
.
"
Invisible
!
"
said
Kemp
,
and
sat
down
on
a
bedroom
chair
.
"
I
always
like
to
get
something
about
me
before
I
eat
,
"
said
the
Invisible
Man
,
with
a
full
mouth
,
eating
greedily
.
"
Queer
fancy
!
"
"
I
suppose
that
wrist
is
all
right
,
"
said
Kemp
.
"
Trust
me
,
"
said
the
Invisible
Man
.
"
Of
all
the
strange
and
wonderful
--
"
