American closed the other door.

"Lemme go inside," said Marvel, staggering and weeping, but still

clutching the books. "Lemme go inside. Lock me in--somewhere. I

tell you he's after me. I give him the slip. He said he'd kill me

and he will."

"You're safe," said the man with the black beard. "The door's shut.

What's it all about?"

"Lemme go inside," said Marvel, and shrieked aloud as a blow

suddenly made the fastened door shiver and was followed by a hurried

rapping and a shouting outside. "Hullo," cried the policeman, "who's

there?" Mr. Marvel began to make frantic dives at panels that looked

like doors. "He'll kill me--he's got a knife or something. For

Gawd's sake--!"

Here you are," said the barman. "Come in here." And he held up the

flap of the bar.

Mr. Marvel rushed behind the bar as the summons outside was

repeated. "Don't open the door," he screamed. "Please don't open

the door. Where shall I hide?"

This, this Invisible Man, then?" asked the man with the black

beard, with one hand behind him. "I guess it's about time we saw

The Invisible Man