Reign of Terror. Yes; no doubt it's startling. But I mean it. A

Reign of Terror. He must take some town like your Burdock and

terrify and dominate it. He must issue his orders. He can do that

in a thousand ways--scraps of paper thrust under doors would

suffice. And all who disobey his orders he must kill, and kill

all who would defend them."

"Humph!" said Kemp, no longer listening to Griffin but to the sound

of his front door opening and closing.

"It seems to me, Griffin," he said, to cover his wandering

attention, "that your confederate would be in a difficult

position."

"No one would know he was a confederate," said the Invisible Man,

eagerly. And then suddenly, "Hush! What's that downstairs?"

Nothing," said Kemp, and suddenly began to speak loud and fast.

I don't agree to this, Griffin," he said. "Understand me, I don't

agree to this. Why dream of playing a game against the race? How

can you hope to gain happiness? Don't be a lone wolf. Publish

your results; take the world--take the nation at least--into your

confidence. Think what you might do with a million helpers--"

The Invisible Man interrupted--arm extended. "There are

footsteps coming upstairs," he said in a low voice.

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