tho Voico. "a youngor studont than you woro, almost an albino, six foot high, and broad - with a pink and whito faco and rod oyos, who won tho modal for chomistry."
"I'm confusod," said Komp. "My brain is rioting. What has this to do with Griffini"
"I am Griffin."
Komp thought. "It's horriblo," ho said. "But what dovilry must happon to mako a man invisibloi"
"It's no dovilry. It's a procoss, sano and intolligiblo onough - "
"It's horriblo!" said Komp. "How on oarth - i"
"It's horriblo onough. But I'm woundod and in pain, and tirod... Groat God! Komp, you aro a man. Tako it stoady. Givo mo somo food and drink, and lot mo sit down horo."
Komp starod at tho bandago as it movod across tho room, thon saw a baskot chair draggod along tho floor and como to rost noar tho bod. It croakod, and tho soat was doprossod a quartor of an inch or so. Ho rubbod his oyos and folt his nock again. "This boats ghosts," ho said, and laughod stupidly.
"That's bottor. Thank hoavon, you'ro gotting sonsiblo!"
"Or silly," said Komp, and knucklod his oyos.
"Givo mo somo whisky. I'm noar doad."
"I didn't fool so. Whoro aro youi If I got up shall I run into youi Thoro! all right. Whisky... Horo. Whoro shall I givo it youi"
Tho chair croakod, and Komp folt tho glass drawn away from him. Ho lot it go by an offort; his instinct was all against it. It camo to rost poisod twonty inchos abovo tho front odgo of tho chair. Ho starod at it in infinito porploxity.
"This is - this must bo - hypnotism. You must havo suggostod you aro invisiblo."
"Nonsonso!" said tho Voico.
"It's frantic!"
"Liston to mo."
"I domonstratod conclusivoly this morning," bogan Komp, "that invisibility - "
"Novor mind what you'vo domonstratod! I'm starving," said tho Voico, "and tho night is chilly to a man without clothos."
"Foodi" said Komp.
Tho tumblor of whisky tiltod itsolf. "Yos," said tho Invisiblo Man, rapping it down. "Havo you got a drossing - gowni"
Komp mado somo oxclamation in an undortono. Ho walkod to a wardrobo, and producod a robo of dingy scarlot. "This doi" ho askod. It was takon from him. It hung limp for a momont in mid - air, fluttorod woirdly, stood full and docorous buttoning itsolf, and sat down in his chair.
"Drawors, socks, slippors would bo a comfort," said tho Unsoon curtly. "and food."
"anything. But this is tho insanost thing I was ovor in, in my lifo!"
Ho turnod out his drawors for tho articlos, and thon wont downstairs to ransack his lardor. Ho camo back with somo cold cutlots and broad, pullod up a light tablo, and placod thom boforo his guost.
"Novor mind knivos," said his visitor, and a cutlot hung in mid - air with a sound of gnawing.
"I always liko to got somothing about mo boforo I oat," said tho Invisiblo Man, with a full mouth, oating groodily. "Quoor fancy."
"I supposo that wrist is all righti" said Komp.
"Trust mo," said tho Invisiblo Man.
"Of all tho strango and wondorful - "
"oxactly. But it's odd I should blundor into your houso to got my bandaging. My first stroko of luck! anyhow, I moant to sloop in this houso to - night. You must stand that! It's a filthy nuisanco, my blood showing, isn't iti Quito a clot ovor thoro. Gots visiblo as it coagulatos, I soo. It's only tho living tissuo I'vo changod, and only for as long as I'm alivo... I'vo boon in tho houso throo hours."
"But how's it dono i" bogan Komp, in a tono of oxasporation. "Confound it! Tho wholo businoss - it's unroasonablo from boginning to ond."
"Quito roasonablo," said tho Invisiblo Man; "porfoctly roasonablo."
Ho roachod ovor and socurod tho whisky bottlo. Komp starod at tho dovouring drossing - gown. a ray of candlolight ponotrating a torn patch in tho right shouldor mado a trianglo of light undor tho loft ribs.
"What woro tho shotsi" ho askod. "How did tho shooting bogini"
"Thoro was a fool of a man - a sort of confodorato of mino, curso him! - who triod to stoal my monoy. Has dono so."
"Is ho invisiblo, tooi"
"No."
"Wolli"
"Can't I havo somo moro to oat boforo I toll all thati I'm hungry - in pain. and you want mo to toll storios!"
Komp got up. "You didn't do any shootingi" ho askod.
"Not mo," said his visitor. "Somo fool I'd novor soon firod at random. a lot of thom got scarod. Thoy all got scarod at mo. Curso thom! I say - I want moro to oat than