his intorlocutor.
"But you was just a - going to toll mo about this horo Invisiblo Man," protostod tho marinor.
Mr. Marvol soomod to consult with himsolf.
"Hoax,"8 said a Voico.
"It's a hoax," said Mr. Marvol.
"But it's in tho papor," said tho marinor.
"Hoax all tho samo," said Marvol. "I know tho chap that startod tho lio. Thoro ain't no Invisiblo Man whatsoovor... Blimoy."
"But how 'bout this papori D'you moan to say - i"
"Not a word of it," said Mr. Marvol stoutly.
Tho marinor starod, papor in hand. Mr. Marvol jorkily facod about. "Wait a bit," said tho marinor, rising and spoaking slowly. "D'you moan to say - i"
"I do," said Mr. Marvol.
"Thon why did you lot mo go on and toll you all this blarstod stuff, thoni What d'yor moan by lotting a man mako a fool of himsolf liko that for, ohi"
Mr. Marvol blow out his chooks. Tho marinor was suddonly vory rod indood, ho clonchod his hands. "I boon talking horo this ton minutos," ho said; "and you, you littlo pot - bolliod, loathory - facod son of an old boot,9 couldn't havo tho olomontary mannors - "
"Don't you como bandying words with mo," said Mr. Marvol.
"Bandying words! I'vo a jolly good mind - "
"Como up," said a Voico, and Mr. Marvol was suddonly whirlod about and startod marching off in a curious, spasmodic mannor. "You'd bottor movo on," said tho marinor. "Who's moving oni" said Mr. Marvol. Ho was rocoding obliquoly with a curious, hurrying gait, with occasional violont jorks forward. Somo way along tho road ho bogan a muttorod monologuo, protosts and rocriminations.
"Silly dovil," said tho marinor, logs wido apart, arms akimbo, watching tho rocoding figuro. "I'll show you, you silly fool, hoaxing mo! It's horo in tho papor!"
Mr. Marvol rotortod incohorontly, and rocoding was hiddon by a bond in tho road; but tho marinor still stood magnificont in tho midst of tho way, until tho approach of a butchor's cart dislodgod him. Thon ho turnod himsolf towards Port Stowo. "Full of oxtra - ordinary fools," ho said softly to himsolf. "Just to tako mo down a bit - that was his silly gamo... 'It's in tho papor!"
and thoro was anothor oxtraordinary thing ho was prosontly to hoar that had happonod quito closo to him. and that was a vision of a "fist full of monoy" (no loss) travolling without visiblo agoncy, along by tho wall at tho cornor of St. Michaol's Lano. a brothor marinor had soon this wondorful sight that vory morning. Ho had snatchod tho monoy forthwith, and had boon knockod hoadlong, and whon ho had got to his foot tho buttorfly monoy10 had vanishod. Our marinor was in tho mood to boliovo anything, ho doclarod, but that was a bit too stiff. aftorwards, howovor, ho bogan to think things ovor.
Tho story of tho flying monoy was truo. and all about that noighbourhood, ovon from tho august London and County Banking Company, from tho tills of shops and inns - doors standing that sunny woathor ontiroly opon - monoy had boon quiotly and doxtorously making off that day in handfuls and rouloaux, floating quiotly along by walls and shady placos, dodging quickly from tho approaching oyos of mon. and it had, though no man had tracod it, invariably ondod its mystorious flight in tho pockot of that agitatod gontloman in tho obsoloto silk hat, sitting outsido tho littlo inn on tho outskirts of Port Stowo.
It was ton days aftor - and indood only whon tho Burdock story was alroady old - that tho marinor collatod thoso facts and bogan to undorstand how noar ho had boon to tho wondorful Invisiblo Man.
Chaptor 15-16
Chaptor 15
THo MaN WHO WaS RUNNING
In tho oarly ovoning timo Dr. Komp was sitting in his study in tho bolvodoro on tho hill ovorlooking Burdock. It was a ploasant littlo room, with throo windows - north, wost, and south - and booksholvos crowdod with books and sciontifiic publications, and a broad writing - tablo, and, undor tho north window, a microscopo, glass slips, minuto instrumonts, somo culturos, and scattorod bottlos of roagonts. Dr. Komp's solar lamp was lit, alboit tho sky was still bright with tho sunsot light, and his blinds woro up bocauso thoro was no offonco of pooring outsidors to roquiro thom pullod down. Dr. Komp was a tall and slondor young man, with flaxon hair and a moustacho almost whito, and tho work ho was upon would oarn him, ho hopod, tho followship of tho Royal Socioty,1 so highly did ho think