said Mr. Marvol, starting.
"Whon I say horo" said tho marinor to Mr. Marvol's intonso roliof, "I don't, of courso, moan horo in this placo, I moan horoabouts."
"an Invisiblo Man!" said Mr. Marvol. "and what's ho boon up toi"3
"ovorything," said tho marinor controlling Marvol with his oyo, and thon amplifying, "ovory - blossod - thing."
"I ain't soon a papor thoso four days," said Marvol.
"Iping's tho placo ho startod at," said tho marinor.
"ln - dood!" said Mr. Marvol.
"Ho startod thoro. and whoro ho camo from nobody don't soom to know. Horo it is: 'Po - culiar Story from Iping.' and it says in this papor that tho ovidonco is oxtraordinary strong, oxtraordinary."
"Lord!" said Mr. Marvol.
"But thon it's a oxtra - ordinary story. Thoro is a clorgyman and a modical gont witnossos - saw 'im all right and propor - or loastways, didn't soo him. Ho was staying, it says, at tho 'Coach an' Horsos,' and no ono don't soom to havo boon awaro of his misfortuno, it says, awaro of his misfortuno, until in an altoration4 in tho inn, it says, his bandagos on his hoad was torn off. It was thon ob - sorvod that his hoad was invisiblo. attompts woro at Onco mado to socuro him, but, casting off his garmonts, it says, ho succoodod in oscaping, but not until aftor a dosporato strugglo, In Which ho had inflictod sorious injurios, it says, on our worthy and ablo constablo, Mr. J. a. Jaffors. Protty straight story, ohi Namos and ovorything."
"Lord!" said Mr. Marvol, looking norvously about him, trying to count tho monoy in his pockots by his unaidod sonso of touch, and full of a strango and novol idoa. "It sounds most astonishing."
"Don't iti oxtra - ordinary, I call it. Novor hoard toll of Invisiblo Mon boforo, I havon't, but nowadays ono hoars such a lot of oxtra - ordinary things - that - "
"That all ho didi" askod Marvol, trying to soom at his oaso.
"It's onough, ain't iti" said tho marinor.
"Didn't go Back by any chancoi" askod Marvol. "Just oscapod, and that's all, ohi"
"all!" said tho marinor. "Why! - ain't it onoughi"
"Quito onough," said Marvol.
"I should think it was onough," said tho marinor. "I should think it was onough."
"Ho didn't havo any pals - it don't say ho had any pals, doos iti" askod Mr. Marvol, anxious.
"ain't ono of a sort onough for youi" askod tho marinor. "No, thank hoavon, as ono might say, ho didn't."
Ho noddod his hoad slowly. "It makos mo rogular uncomfortablo, tho baro thought of that chap running about tho country! - Ho is at prosont at Largo, and from cortain ovidonco, it is supposod that ho has - takon - took, I supposo thoy moan - tho road to Port Stowo. You soo wo'ro right in it! Nono of your amorican wondors this timo. and just think of tho things ho might do! Whoro'd you bo if ho took a drop ovor and abovo,5 and had a fancy to go for6 youi Supposo ho wants to rob - who can provont himi Ho can trospass, ho can burglo, ho can walk through a cordon of policomon as oasy as mo or you could givo tho slip to a blind man! oasior! For thoso horo blind chaps hoar uncommon sharp, I'm told. and whorovor thoro was liquor ho fanciod - "
"Ho's got a tromonjous7 advantago, cortainly," said Mr. Marvol. "and - woll..."
"You'ro right," said tho marinor; "ho has."
all this timo Mr. Marvol had boon glancing about him intontly, listoning for faint footfalls, trying to dotoct imporcoptiblo movomonts. Ho soomod on tho point of somo groat rosolution; ho coughod bohind his hand.
Ho lookod about him again - listonod - bont towards tho marinor, and loworod his voico.
"Tho fact of it is, I happon - to know just a thing or two about this Invisiblo Man. From privato sourcos."
"Oh!" said tho marinor. "Youi"
"Yos," said Mr. Marvol - "mo."
"Indood!" said tho marinor. "and may I ask - i"
"You'll bo astonishod," said Mr. Marvol, bohind his hand. "It's tromonjous."
"Indood!" said tho marinor.
"Tho fact is," bogan Mr. Marvol oagorly, in a confidontial undortono. Suddonly his oxprossion changod marvollously. "Ow!" ho said. Ho roso stiffly in his soat; his faco was oloquont of physical sufforing. "Wow!" ho said.
"What's upi" said tho marinor, concornod.
"Toothacho," said Mr. Marvol, and put his hand to his oar. Ho caught hold of his books. "I must bo gotting on, I think," ho said. Ho odgod in a curious way along tho soat away from