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"
Everybody
in
the
road
,
except
my
three
pursuers
,
was
pouring
along
after
the
Salvation
Army
,
and
this
blow
not
only
impeded
me
but
them
.
There
was
an
eddy
of
surprise
and
interrogation
.
At
the
cost
of
bowling
over
one
young
fellow
I
got
through
,
and
in
another
moment
I
was
rushing
headlong
round
the
circuit
of
Russell
Square
,
with
six
or
seven
astonished
people
following
my
footmarks
.
There
was
no
time
for
explanation
,
or
else
the
whole
host
would
have
been
after
me
.
"
Twice
I
doubled
round
corners
,
thrice
I
crossed
the
road
and
came
back
upon
my
tracks
,
and
then
,
as
my
feet
grew
hot
and
dry
,
the
damp
impressions
began
to
fade
.
At
last
I
had
a
breathing
space
and
rubbed
my
feet
clean
with
my
hands
,
and
so
got
away
altogether
.
The
last
I
saw
of
the
chase
was
a
little
group
of
a
dozen
people
perhaps
,
studying
with
infinite
perplexity
a
slowly
drying
footprint
that
had
resulted
from
a
puddle
in
Tavistock
Square
,
a
footprint
as
isolated
and
incomprehensible
to
them
as
Crusoe
's
solitary
discovery
.
"
This
running
warmed
me
to
a
certain
extent
,
and
I
went
on
with
a
better
courage
through
the
maze
of
less
frequented
roads
that
runs
hereabouts
.
My
back
had
now
become
very
stiff
and
sore
,
my
tonsils
were
painful
from
the
cabman
's
fingers
,
and
the
skin
of
my
neck
had
been
scratched
by
his
nails
;
my
feet
hurt
exceedingly
and
I
was
lame
from
a
little
cut
on
one
foot
.
I
saw
in
time
a
blind
man
approaching
me
,
and
fled
limping
,
for
I
feared
his
subtle
intuitions
.
Once
or
twice
accidental
collisions
occurred
and
I
left
people
amazed
,
with
unaccountable
curses
ringing
in
their
ears
.
Then
came
something
silent
and
quiet
against
my
face
,
and
across
the
Square
fell
a
thin
veil
of
slowly
falling
flakes
of
snow
.
I
had
caught
a
cold
,
and
do
as
I
would
I
could
not
avoid
an
occasional
sneeze
.
And
every
dog
that
came
in
sight
,
with
its
pointing
nose
and
curious
sniffing
,
was
a
terror
to
me
.
"
Then
came
men
and
boys
running
,
first
one
and
then
others
,
and
shouting
as
they
ran
.
It
was
a
fire
.
They
ran
in
the
direction
of
my
lodging
,
and
looking
back
down
a
street
I
saw
a
mass
of
black
smoke
streaming
up
above
the
roofs
and
telephone
wires
.
It
was
my
lodging
burning
;
my
clothes
,
my
apparatus
,
all
my
resources
indeed
,
except
my
cheque-book
and
the
three
volumes
of
memoranda
that
awaited
me
in
Great
Portland
Street
,
were
there
.
Burning
!
I
had
burnt
my
boats
--
if
ever
a
man
did
!
The
place
was
blazing
.
"
The
Invisible
Man
paused
and
thought
.
Kemp
glanced
nervously
out
of
the
window
.
"
Yes
?
"
he
said
.
"
Go
on
.
"
"
So
last
January
,
with
the
beginning
of
a
snowstorm
in
the
air
about
me
--
and
if
it
settled
on
me
it
would
betray
me
!
--
weary
,
cold
,
painful
,
inexpressibly
wretched
,
and
still
but
half
convinced
of
my
invisible
quality
,
I
began
this
new
life
to
which
I
am
committed
.
I
had
no
refuge
,
no
appliances
,
no
human
being
in
the
world
in
whom
I
could
confide
.
To
have
told
my
secret
would
have
given
me
away
--
made
a
mere
show
and
rarity
of
me
.
Nevertheless
,
I
was
half-minded
to
accost
some
passer-by
and
throw
myself
upon
his
mercy
.
But
I
knew
too
clearly
the
terror
and
brutal
cruelty
my
advances
would
evoke
.
I
made
no
plans
in
the
street
.
My
sole
object
was
to
get
shelter
from
the
snow
,
to
get
myself
covered
and
warm
;
then
I
might
hope
to
plan
.
But
even
to
me
,
an
Invisible
Man
,
the
rows
of
London
houses
stood
latched
,
barred
,
and
bolted
impregnably
.
"
Only
one
thing
could
I
see
clearly
before
me
--
the
cold
exposure
and
misery
of
the
snowstorm
and
the
night
.
"
And
then
I
had
a
brilliant
idea
.
I
turned
down
one
of
the
roads
leading
from
Gower
Street
to
Tottenham
Court
Road
,
and
found
myself
outside
Omniums
,
the
big
establishment
where
everything
is
to
be
bought
--
you
know
the
place
:
meat
,
grocery
,
linen
,
furniture
,
clothing
,
oil
paintings
even
--
a
huge
meandering
collection
of
shops
rather
than
a
shop
.
I
had
thought
I
should
find
the
doors
open
,
but
they
were
closed
,
and
as
I
stood
in
the
wide
entrance
a
carriage
stopped
outside
,
and
a
man
in
uniform
--
you
know
the
kind
of
personage
with
'
Omnium
'
on
his
cap
--
flung
open
the
door
.
I
contrived
to
enter
,
and
walking
down
the
shop
--
it
was
a
department
where
they
were
selling
ribbons
and
gloves
and
stockings
and
that
kind
of
thing
--
came
to
a
more
spacious
region
devoted
to
picnic
baskets
and
wicker
furniture
.
"
I
did
not
feel
safe
there
,
however
;
people
were
going
to
and
fro
,
and
I
prowled
restlessly
about
until
I
came
upon
a
huge
section
in
an
upper
floor
containing
multitudes
of
bedsteads
,
and
over
these
I
clambered
,
and
found
a
resting-place
at
last
among
a
huge
pile
of
folded
flock
mattresses
.
The
place
was
already
lit
up
and
agreeably
warm
,
and
I
decided
to
remain
where
I
was
,
keeping
a
cautious
eye
on
the
two
or
three
sets
of
shopmen
and
customers
who
were
meandering
through
the
place
,
until
closing
time
came
.
Then
I
should
be
able
,
I
thought
,
to
rob
the
place
for
food
and
clothing
,
and
disguised
,
prowl
through
it
and
examine
its
resources
,
perhaps
sleep
on
some
of
the
bedding
.
That
seemed
an
acceptable
plan
.
My
idea
was
to
procure
clothing
to
make
myself
a
muffled
but
acceptable
figure
,
to
get
money
,
and
then
to
recover
my
books
and
parcels
where
they
awaited
me
,
take
a
lodging
somewhere
and
elaborate
plans
for
the
complete
realisation
of
the
advantages
my
invisibility
gave
me
(
as
I
still
imagined
)
over
my
fellow-men
.
