It's frantic."

Listen to me."

I demonstrated conclusively this morning," began Kemp, "that

invisibility--"

"Never mind what you've demonstrated!--I'm starving," said the

Voice, "and the night is chilly to a man without clothes."

"Food?" said Kemp.

The tumbler of whiskey tilted itself. "Yes," said the Invisible Man

rapping it down. "Have you a dressing-gown?"

Kemp made some exclamation in an undertone. He walked to a wardrobe

and produced a robe of dingy scarlet. "This do?" he asked. It was

taken from him. It hung limp for a moment in mid-air, fluttered

weirdly, stood full and decorous buttoning itself, and sat down in

his chair. "Drawers, socks, slippers would be a comfort," said the

Unseen, curtly. "And food."

"Anything. But this is the insanest thing I ever was in, in my

life!"

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