"I tell you, sir, I'm not the man for it. Respectfully--but

it is so--"

"If you don't shut up I shall twist your wrist again," said the

Invisible Man. "I want to think."

Presently two oblongs of yellow light appeared through the trees,

and the square tower of a church loomed through the gloaming. "I

shall keep my hand on your shoulder," said the Voice, "all through

the village. Go straight through and try no foolery. It will be the

worse for you if you do."

"I know that," sighed Mr. Marvel, "I know all that."

The unhappy-looking figure in the obsolete silk hat passed up the

street of the little village with his burdens, and vanished into

the gathering darkness beyond the lights of the windows.

100

The Invisible Man