appeared above the mounds of gravel.

His pace broke a little, and then he heard the swift pad of his

pursuer, and leapt forward again. "The Invisible Man!" he cried to

the navvies, with a vague indicative gesture, and by an inspiration

leapt the excavation and placed a burly group between him and the

chase. Then abandoning the idea of the police station he turned

into a little side street, rushed by a greengrocer's cart,

hesitated for the tenth of a second at the door of a sweetstuff

shop, and then made for the mouth of an alley that ran back into

the main Hill Street again. Two or three little children were

playing here, and shrieked and scattered at his apparition, and

forthwith doors and windows opened and excited mothers revealed

their hearts. Out he shot into Hill Street again, three hundred

yards from the tram-line end, and immediately he became aware of a

tumultuous vociferation and running people.

He glanced up the street towards the hill. Hardly a dozen yards off

ran a huge navvy, cursing in fragments and slashing viciously with

a spade, and hard behind him came the tram conductor with his fists

clenched. Up the street others followed these two, striking and

shouting. Down towards the town, men and women were running, and he

noticed clearly one man coming out of a shop-door with a stick in

his hand. "Spread out! Spread out!" cried some one. Kemp suddenly

grasped the altered condition of the chase. He stopped, and looked

round, panting. "He's close here!" he cried. "Form a line across--"

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