sitting there.

Then he had an odd impression that he had heard a low voice say,

"Good Heavens!--Kemp!" But Dr. Kemp was no believer in voices.

He stood staring at the tumbled sheets. Was that really a voice? He

looked about again, but noticed nothing further than the disordered

and blood-stained bed. Then he distinctly heard a movement across

the room, near the wash-hand stand. All men, however highly

educated, retain some superstitious inklings. The feeling that is

called "eerie" came upon him. He closed the door of the room, came

forward to the dressing-table, and put down his burdens. Suddenly,

with a start, he perceived a coiled and blood-stained bandage of

linen rag hanging in mid-air, between him and the wash-hand stand.

He stared at this in amazement. It was an empty bandage, a bandage

properly tied but quite empty. He would have advanced to grasp it,

but a touch arrested him, and a voice speaking quite close to him.

Kemp!" said the Voice.

Eh?" said Kemp, with his mouth open.

Keep your nerve," said the Voice. "I'm an Invisible Man."

Kemp made no answer for a space, simply stared at the bandage.

The Invisible Man