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"
Then
suddenly
a
bright
idea
came
into
my
head
.
I
ran
round
and
got
into
the
cab
.
And
so
,
shivering
,
scared
,
and
sniffing
with
the
first
intimations
of
a
cold
,
and
with
the
bruises
in
the
small
of
my
back
growing
upon
my
attention
,
I
drove
slowly
along
Oxford
Street
and
past
Tottenham
Court
Road
.
My
mood
was
as
different
from
that
in
which
I
had
sallied
forth
ten
minutes
ago
as
it
is
possible
to
imagine
.
This
invisibility
indeed
!
The
one
thought
that
possessed
me
was
--
how
was
I
to
get
out
of
the
scrape
I
was
in
.
"
We
crawled
past
Mudie
's
,
and
there
a
tall
woman
with
five
or
six
yellow-labelled
books
hailed
my
cab
,
and
I
sprang
out
just
in
time
to
escape
her
,
shaving
a
railway
van
narrowly
in
my
flight
.
I
made
off
up
the
roadway
to
Bloomsbury
Square
,
intending
to
strike
north
past
the
Museum
and
so
get
into
the
quiet
district
.
I
was
now
cruelly
chilled
,
and
the
strangeness
of
my
situation
so
unnerved
me
that
I
whimpered
as
I
ran
.
At
the
northward
corner
of
the
Square
a
little
white
dog
ran
out
of
the
Pharmaceutical
Society
's
offices
,
and
incontinently
made
for
me
,
nose
down
.
"
I
had
never
realised
it
before
,
but
the
nose
is
to
the
mind
of
a
dog
what
the
eye
is
to
the
mind
of
a
seeing
man
.
Dogs
perceive
the
scent
of
a
man
moving
as
men
perceive
his
vision
.
This
brute
began
barking
and
leaping
,
showing
,
as
it
seemed
to
me
,
only
too
plainly
that
he
was
aware
of
me
.
I
crossed
Great
Russell
Street
,
glancing
over
my
shoulder
as
I
did
so
,
and
went
some
way
along
Montague
Street
before
I
realised
what
I
was
running
towards
.
"
Then
I
became
aware
of
a
blare
of
music
,
and
looking
along
the
street
saw
a
number
of
people
advancing
out
of
Russell
Square
,
red
shirts
,
and
the
banner
of
the
Salvation
Army
to
the
fore
.
Such
a
crowd
,
chanting
in
the
roadway
and
scoffing
on
the
pavement
,
I
could
not
hope
to
penetrate
,
and
dreading
to
go
back
and
farther
from
home
again
,
and
deciding
on
the
spur
of
the
moment
,
I
ran
up
the
white
steps
of
a
house
facing
the
museum
railings
,
and
stood
there
until
the
crowd
should
have
passed
.
Happily
the
dog
stopped
at
the
noise
of
the
band
too
,
hesitated
,
and
turned
tail
,
running
back
to
Bloomsbury
Square
again
.
"
On
came
the
band
,
bawling
with
unconscious
irony
some
hymn
about
'
When
shall
we
see
His
face
?
'
and
it
seemed
an
interminable
time
to
me
before
the
tide
of
the
crowd
washed
along
the
pavement
by
me
.
Thud
,
thud
,
thud
,
came
the
drum
with
a
vibrating
resonance
,
and
for
the
moment
I
did
not
notice
two
urchins
stopping
at
the
railings
by
me
.
'
See
'em
,
'
said
one
.
'
See
what
?
'
said
the
other
.
'
Why
--
them
footmarks
--
bare
.
Like
what
you
makes
in
mud
.
'
"
I
looked
down
and
saw
the
youngsters
had
stopped
and
were
gaping
at
the
muddy
footmarks
I
had
left
behind
me
up
the
newly
whitened
steps
.
The
passing
people
elbowed
and
jostled
them
,
but
their
confounded
intelligence
was
arrested
.
'
Thud
,
thud
,
thud
,
when
,
thud
,
shall
we
see
,
thud
,
his
face
,
thud
,
thud
.
'
'
There
's
a
barefoot
man
gone
up
them
steps
,
or
I
do
n't
know
nothing
,
'
said
one
.
'
And
he
ai
n't
never
come
down
again
.
And
his
foot
was
a-bleeding
.
'
"
The
thick
of
the
crowd
had
already
passed
.
'
Looky
there
,
Ted
,
'
quoth
the
younger
of
the
detectives
,
with
the
sharpness
of
surprise
in
his
voice
,
and
pointed
straight
to
my
feet
.
I
looked
down
and
saw
at
once
the
dim
suggestion
of
their
outline
sketched
in
splashes
of
mud
.
For
a
moment
I
was
paralysed
.
"
'
Why
,
that
's
rum
,
'
said
the
elder
.
'
Dashed
rum
!
It
's
just
like
the
ghost
of
a
foot
,
ai
n't
it
?
'
He
hesitated
and
advanced
with
outstretched
hand
.
A
man
pulled
up
short
to
see
what
he
was
catching
,
and
then
a
girl
.
In
another
moment
he
would
have
touched
me
.
Then
I
saw
what
to
do
.
I
made
a
step
,
the
boy
started
back
with
an
exclamation
,
and
with
a
rapid
movement
I
swung
myself
over
into
the
portico
of
the
next
house
.
But
the
smaller
boy
was
sharp-eyed
enough
to
follow
the
movement
,
and
before
I
was
well
down
the
steps
and
upon
the
pavement
,
he
had
recovered
from
his
momentary
astonishment
and
was
shouting
out
that
the
feet
had
gone
over
the
wall
.
"
They
rushed
round
and
saw
my
new
footmarks
flash
into
being
on
the
lower
step
and
upon
the
pavement
.
'
What
's
up
?
'
asked
someone
.
'
Feet
!
Look
!
Feet
running
!
'
