them. It was so uncanny to Henfrey that for a minute they remained

staring blankly at one another. Then Henfrey looked down again. Very

uncomfortable position! One would like to say something. Should he

remark that the weather was very cold for the time of year?

He looked up as if to take aim with that introductory shot. "The

weather--" he began.

"Why don't you finish and go?" said the rigid figure, evidently in

a state of painfully suppressed rage. "All you've got to do is to

fix the hour-hand on its axle. You're simply humbugging--"

"Certainly, sir--one minute more. I overlooked--" and Mr. Henfrey

finished and went.

But he went feeling excessively annoyed. "Damn it!" said Mr. Henfrey

to himself, trudging down the village through the thawing snow; "a

man must do a clock at times, sure-ly."

And again "Can't a man look at you?--Ugly!"

And yet again, "Seemingly not. If the police was wanting you you

couldn't be more wropped and bandaged."

At Gleeson's corner he saw Hall, who had recently married the

stranger's hostess at the "Coach and Horses," and who now drove

The Invisible Man