this?"

For God's sake, let me smoke in peace for a little while! And then

I will begin to tell you."

But the story was not told that night. The Invisible Man's wrist

was growing painful; he was feverish, exhausted, and his mind came

round to brood upon his chase down the hill and the struggle about

the inn. He spoke in fragments of Marvel, he smoked faster, his

voice grew angry. Kemp tried to gather what he could.

He was afraid of me, I could see that he was afraid of me," said

the Invisible Man many times over. "He meant to give me the slip--he

was always casting about! What a fool I was!

The cur!

I should have killed him!"

Where did you get the money?" asked Kemp, abruptly.

The Invisible Man was silent for a space. "I can't tell you

to-night," he said.

He groaned suddenly and leant forward, supporting his invisible

head on invisible hands. "Kemp," he said, "I've had no sleep for

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