What, real like?"

Yes, real."

Let's have a hand of you," said Marvel, "if you are real. It won't

be so darn out-of-the-way like, then--Lord!" he said, "how you made

me jump!--gripping me like that!"

He felt the hand that had closed round his wrist with his disengaged

fingers, and his fingers went timorously up the arm, patted a

muscular chest, and explored a bearded face. Marvel's face was

astonishment.

I'm dashed!" he said. "If this don't beat cock-fighting! Most

remarkable!--And there I can see a rabbit clean through you, 'arf

a mile away! Not a bit of you visible--except--"

He scrutinised the apparently empty space keenly. "You 'aven't been

eatin' bread and cheese?" he asked, holding the invisible arm.

You're quite right, and it's not quite assimilated into the system."

Ah!" said Mr. Marvel. "Sort of ghostly, though."

Of course, all this isn't half so wonderful as you think."

The Invisible Man