beginning to end."

Quite reasonable," said the Invisible Man. "Perfectly reasonable."

He reached over and secured the whiskey bottle. Kemp stared at the

devouring dressing gown. A ray of candle-light penetrating a torn

patch in the right shoulder, made a triangle of light under the

left ribs. "What were the shots?" he asked. "How did the shooting

begin?"

There was a real fool of a man--a sort of confederate of

mine--curse him!--who tried to steal my money. Has done so."

Is he invisible too?"

No."

Well?"

Can't I have some more to eat before I tell you all that? I'm

hungry--in pain. And you want me to tell stories!"

Kemp got up. "You didn't do any shooting?" he asked.

Not me," said his visitor. "Some fool I'd never seen fired at

random. A lot of them got scared. They all got scared at me. Curse

The Invisible Man