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"
The
money
was
not
his
,
and
he
shot
himself
.
"
For
a
moment
Kemp
sat
in
silence
,
staring
at
the
back
of
the
headless
figure
at
the
window
.
Then
he
started
,
struck
by
a
thought
,
rose
,
took
the
Invisible
Man
's
arm
,
and
turned
him
away
from
the
outlook
.
"
You
are
tired
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
while
I
sit
,
you
walk
about
.
Have
my
chair
.
"
He
placed
himself
between
Griffin
and
the
nearest
window
.
For
a
space
Griffin
sat
silent
,
and
then
he
resumed
abruptly
:
"
I
had
left
the
Chesilstowe
cottage
already
,
"
he
said
,
"
when
that
happened
.
It
was
last
December
.
I
had
taken
a
room
in
London
,
a
large
unfurnished
room
in
a
big
ill-managed
lodging-house
in
a
slum
near
Great
Portland
Street
.
The
room
was
soon
full
of
the
appliances
I
had
bought
with
his
money
;
the
work
was
going
on
steadily
,
successfully
,
drawing
near
an
end
.
I
was
like
a
man
emerging
from
a
thicket
,
and
suddenly
coming
on
some
unmeaning
tragedy
.
I
went
to
bury
him
.
My
mind
was
still
on
this
research
,
and
I
did
not
lift
a
finger
to
save
his
character
.
I
remember
the
funeral
,
the
cheap
hearse
,
the
scant
ceremony
,
the
windy
frost-bitten
hillside
,
and
the
old
college
friend
of
his
who
read
the
service
over
him
--
a
shabby
,
black
,
bent
old
man
with
a
snivelling
cold
.
"
I
remember
walking
back
to
the
empty
house
,
through
the
place
that
had
once
been
a
village
and
was
now
patched
and
tinkered
by
the
jerry
builders
into
the
ugly
likeness
of
a
town
.
Every
way
the
roads
ran
out
at
last
into
the
desecrated
fields
and
ended
in
rubble
heaps
and
rank
wet
weeds
.
I
remember
myself
as
a
gaunt
black
figure
,
going
along
the
slippery
,
shiny
pavement
,
and
the
strange
sense
of
detachment
I
felt
from
the
squalid
respectability
,
the
sordid
commercialism
of
the
place
.
"
I
did
not
feel
a
bit
sorry
for
my
father
.
He
seemed
to
me
to
be
the
victim
of
his
own
foolish
sentimentality
.
The
current
cant
required
my
attendance
at
his
funeral
,
but
it
was
really
not
my
affair
.
"
But
going
along
the
High
Street
,
my
old
life
came
back
to
me
for
a
space
,
for
I
met
the
girl
I
had
known
ten
years
since
.
Our
eyes
met
.
