midday sun, the smooth green down, the white cliff of the Head, and

the multitudinous town, and suddenly he knew that life was very

sweet. His eyes came back to this little metal thing hanging

between heaven and earth, six yards away. "What am I to do?" he

said sullenly.

What am I to do?" asked the Invisible Man. "You will get help. The

only thing is for you to go back."

"I will try. If he lets me in will you promise not to rush the

door?"

"I've got no quarrel with you," said the Voice.

Kemp had hurried upstairs after letting Adye out, and now crouching

among the broken glass and peering cautiously over the edge of the

study window sill, he saw Adye stand parleying with the Unseen.

Why doesn't he fire?" whispered Kemp to himself. Then the revolver

moved a little and the glint of the sunlight flashed in Kemp's

eyes. He shaded his eyes and tried to see the source of the

blinding beam.

"Surely!" he said, "Adye has given up the revolver."

"Promise not to rush the door," Adye was saying. "Don't push a

winning game too far. Give a man a chance."

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