\"GoodHeavens！\"saidKemp，readingeagerlyanincredulousaccountoftheeventsinIpingthepreviousafternoon，thathavealreadybeendescribed。
Overtheleafthereportinthemorningpaperhadbeenreprinted。
Here—readit。\"Ranthroughthestreetsstrikingrightandleft。Jaffersinsensible。Mr。Huxteringreatpain——stillunabletodescribewhathesaw。Painfulhumiliation——vicar。Womenillwithterror！Windowssmashed。
Thisextraordinarystoryprobablyafabrication。Toogoodnottoprint——cumgrano！\"
Hedroppedthepaperandstaredblanklyinfrontofhim。\"Probablyafabrication！\"
Hecaughtupthepaperagain，andre—readthewholebusiness。\"ButwheredoestheTrampcomein？WhythedeucewashechasingaTramp？\"
Hesatdownabruptlyonthesurgicalcouch。\"He’snotonlyinvisible，\"
hesaid，\"buthe’smad！Homicidal！\"
Whendawncametomingleitspallorwiththelamp—lightandcigarsmokeofthedining—room，Kempwasstillpacingupanddown，tryingtograsptheincredible。
Hewasaltogethertooexcitedtosleep。Hisservants，descendingsleepily，discoveredhim，andwereinclinedtothinkthatoverstudyhadworkedthisillonhim。Hegavethemextraordinarybutquiteexplicitinstructionstolaybreakfastfortwointhebelvederestudy——andthentoconfinethemselvestothebasementandground—floor。Thenhecontinuedtopacethedining—roomuntilthemorning’spapercame。Thathadmuchtosayandlittletotell，beyondtheconfirmationoftheeveningbeforeandaverybaldlywrittenaccountofanotherremarkabletalefromPortBurdock。ThisgaveKemptheessenceofthehappeningsattheJollyCricketers，andthenameofMarvel。
\"Hehasmademekeepwithhimtwenty—fourhours，\"Marveltestified。CertainminorfactswereaddedtotheIpingstory，notablythecuttingofthevillagetelegraph—wire。ButtherewasnothingtothrowlightontheconnectionbetweentheInvisibleManandtheTramp;forMr。Marvelhadsuppliednoinformationaboutthethreebooks，orthemoneywithwhichhewaslined。
Theincreduloustonehadvanishedandashoalofreportersandinquirerswerealreadyatworkelaboratingthematter。
Kempreadeveryscrapofthereportandsenthishousemaidouttogeteveryoneofthemorningpapersshecould。Thesealsohedevoured。
\"Heisinvisible！\"hesaid。\"Anditreadslikeragegrowingtomania！
Thethingshemaydo！Thethingshemaydo！Andhe’supstairsfreeastheair。WhatonearthoughtItodo？
\"Forinstance，woulditbeabreachoffaithif——？No。\"
Hewenttoalittleuntidydeskinthecorner，andbegananote。Hetorethisuphalfwritten，andwroteanother。Hereaditoverandconsideredit。Thenhetookanenvelopeandaddresseditto\"ColonelAdye，PortBurdock。\"
TheInvisibleManawokeevenasKempwasdoingthis。Heawokeinaneviltemper，andKemp，alertforeverysound，heardhispatteringfeetrushsuddenlyacrossthebedroomoverhead。Thenachairwasflungoverandthewash—handstandtumblersmashed。Kemphurriedupstairsandrappedeagerly。
TheInvisibleMan—Chapter19Chapter19—CertainFirstPrinciples\"What’sthematter？\"askedKemp，whentheInvisibleManadmittedhim。
\"Nothing，\"wastheanswer。
\"But，confoundit！Thesmash？\"
\"Fitoftemper，\"saidtheInvisibleMan。\"Forgotthisarm;andit’ssore。\"
\"You’reratherliabletothatsortofthing。\"
\"Iam。\"
Kempwalkedacrosstheroomandpickedupthefragmentsofbrokenglass。
\"Allthefactsareoutaboutyou，\"saidKemp，standingupwiththeglassinhishand;\"allthathappenedinIping，anddownthehill。Theworldhasbecomeawareofitsinvisiblecitizen。Butnooneknowsyouarehere。\"
TheInvisibleManswore。
\"Thesecret’sout。Igatheritwasasecret。Idon’tknowwhatyourplansare，butofcourseI’manxioustohelpyou。\"
TheInvisibleMansatdownonthebed。
\"There’sbreakfastupstairs，\"saidKemp，speakingaseasilyaspossible，andhewasdelightedtofindhisstrangeguestrosewillingly。Kempledthewayupthenarrowstaircasetothebelvedere。
\"Beforewecandoanythingelse，\"saidKemp，\"Imustunderstandalittlemoreaboutthisinvisibilityofyours。\"Hehadsatdown，afteronenervousglanceoutofthewindow，withtheairofamanwhohastalkingtodo。
HisdoubtsofthesanityoftheentirebusinessflashedandvanishedagainashelookedacrosstowhereGriffinsatatthebreakfast—table，——aheadless，handlessdressing—gown，wipingunseenlipsonamiraculouslyheldserviette。
\"It’ssimpleenough——andcredibleenough，\"saidGriffin，puttingtheservietteasideandleaningtheinvisibleheadonaninvisiblehand。
\"Nodoubt，toyou，but——\"Kemplaughed。
\"Well，yes;tomeitseemedwonderfulatfirst，nodoubt。Butnow，greatGod！——Butwewilldogreatthingsyet！IcameonthestufffirstatChesilstowe。\"
\"Chesilstowe？\"
\"IwentthereafterIleftLondon。YouknowIdroppedmedicineandtookupphysics？No？——well，Idid。Light——fascinatedme。\"
\"Ah！\"
\"Opticaldensity！Thewholesubjectisanetworkofriddles——anetworkwithsolutionsglimmeringelusivelythrough。Andbeingbuttwo—and—twentyandfullofenthusiasm，Isaid，’Iwilldevotemylifetothis。Thisisworthwhile。’Youknowwhatfoolsweareattwo—and—twenty？\"
\"Foolsthenorfoolsnow，\"saidKemp。
\"AsthoughKnowingcouldbeanysatisfactiontoaman！
\"ButIwenttowork——likeanigger。AndIhadhardlyworkedandthoughtaboutthemattersixmonthsbeforelightcamethroughoneofthemeshessuddenly——blindingly！Ifoundageneralprincipleofpigmentsandrefraction，——aformula，ageometricalexpressioninvolvingfourdimensions。Fools，commonmen，evencommonmathematicians，donotknowanythingofwhatsomegeneralexpressionmaymeantothestudentofmolecularphysics。Inthebooks——thebooksthatTramphashidden——therearemarvels，miracles！Butthiswasnotamethod，itwasanideathatmightleadtoamethodbywhichitwouldbepossible，withoutchanginganyotherpropertyofmatter，——except，insomeinstances，colours，——tolowertherefractiveindexofasubstance，solidorliquid，tothatofair——sofarasallpracticalpurposesareconcerned。\"
\"Phew！\"saidKemp。\"That’sodd！ButstillIdon’tseequite——Icanunderstandthattherebyyoucouldspoilavaluablestone，butpersonalinvisibilityisafarcry。\"
\"Precisely，\"saidGriffin。\"Butconsider：Visibilitydependsontheactionofthevisiblebodiesonlight。Eitherabodyabsorbslight，oritreflectsorrefractsit，ordoesallthesethings。Ifitneitherreflectsnorrefractsnorabsorbslight，itcannotofitselfbevisible。Youseeanopaqueredbox，forinstance，becausethecolourabsorbssomeofthelightandreflectstherest，alltheredpartofthelight，toyou。Ifitdidnotabsorbanyparticularpartofthelight，butreflecteditall，thenitwouldbeashiningwhitebox。Silver！Adiamondboxwouldneitherabsorbmuchofthelightnorreflectmuchfromthegeneralsurface，butjusthereandtherewherethesurfaceswerefavourablethelightwouldbereflectedandrefracted，sothatyouwouldgetabrilliantappearanceofflashingreflectionsandtranslucencies，——asortofskeletonoflight。
Aglassboxwouldnotbesobrilliant，notsoclearlyvisible，asadiamondbox，becausetherewouldbelessrefractionandreflection。Seethat？Fromcertainpointsofviewyouwouldseequiteclearlythroughit。Somekindsofglasswouldbemorevisiblethanothers，aboxofflintglasswouldbebrighterthanaboxofordinarywindowglass。Aboxofverythincommonglasswouldbehardtoseeinabadlight，becauseitwouldabsorbhardlyanylightandrefractandreflectverylittle。Andifyouputasheetofcommonwhiteglassinwater，stillmoreifyouputitinsomedenserliquidthanwater，itwouldvanishalmostaltogether，becauselightpassingfromwatertoglassisonlyslightlyrefractedorreflectedorindeedaffectedinanyway。Itisalmostasinvisibleasajetofcoalgasorhydrogenisinair。Andforpreciselythesamereason！\"
\"Yes，\"saidKemp，\"thatisprettyplainsailing。\"
\"Andhereisanotherfactyouwillknowtobetrue。Ifasheetofglassissmashed，Kemp，andbeatenintoapowder，itbecomesmuchmorevisiblewhileitisintheair;itbecomesatlastanopaquewhitepowder。Thisisbecausethepowderingmultipliesthesurfacesoftheglassatwhichrefractionandreflectionoccur。Inthesheetofglassthereareonlytwosurfaces;inthepowderthelightisreflectedorrefractedbyeachgrainitpassesthrough，andverylittlegetsrightthroughthepowder。Butifthewhitepowderedglassisputintowater，itforthwithvanishes。Thepowderedglassandwaterhavemuchthesamerefractiveindex;thatis，thelightundergoesverylittlerefractionorreflectioninpassingfromonetotheother。
\"Youmaketheglassinvisiblebyputtingitintoaliquidofnearlythesamerefractiveindex;atransparentthingbecomesinvisibleifitisputinanymediumofalmostthesamerefractiveindex。Andifyouwillconsideronlyasecond，youwillseealsothatthepowderofglassmightbemadetovanishinair，ifitsrefractiveindexcouldbemadethesameasthatofair;forthentherewouldbenorefractionorreflectionasthelightpassedfromglasstoair。\"
\"Yes，yes，\"saidKemp。\"Butaman’snotpowderedglass！\"
\"No，\"saidGriffin。\"He’smoretransparent！\"
\"Nonsense！\"
\"Thatfromadoctor！Howoneforgets！Haveyoualreadyforgottenyourphysics，intenyears？Justthinkofallthethingsthataretransparentandseemnottobeso。Paper，forinstance，ismadeupoftransparentfibres，anditiswhiteandopaqueonlyforthesamereasonthatapowderofglassiswhiteandopaque。Oilwhitepaper，filluptheintersticesbetweentheparticleswithoilsothatthereisnolongerrefractionorreflectionexceptatthesurfaces，anditbecomesastransparentasglass。Andnotonlypaper，butcottonfibre，linenfibre，woolfibre，woodyfibre，andbone，Kemp，flesh，hair，nailsandnerves，Kemp，infactthewholefabricofamanexcepttheredofhisbloodandtheblackpigmentofhair，areallmadeupoftransparent，colourlesstissue。Solittlesufficestomakeusvisibleonetotheother。Forthemostpartthefibresofalivingcreaturearenomoreopaquethanwater。\"
\"GreatHeavens！\"criedKemp。\"Ofcourse，ofcourse！Iwasthinkingonlylastnightofthesealarvaeandalljelly—fish！\"
\"Nowyouhaveme！AndallthatIknewandhadinmindayearafterI
leftLondon——sixyearsago。ButIkeptittomyself。Ihadtodomyworkunderfrightfuldisadvantages。Oliver，myprofessor，wasascientificbounder，ajournalistbyinstinct，athiefofideas，——hewasalwaysprying！Andyouknowtheknavishsystemofthescientificworld。Isimplywouldnotpublish，andlethimsharemycredit。Iwentonworking。Igotnearerandnearermakingmyformulaintoanexperiment，areality。Itoldnolivingsoul，becauseImeanttoflashmyworkupontheworldwithcrushingeffect，——tobecomefamousatablow。Itookupthequestionofpigmentstofillupcertaingaps。Andsuddenly，notbydesignbutbyaccident，Imadeadiscoveryinphysiology。\"
\"Yes？\"
\"Youknowtheredcolouringmatterofblood;itcanbemadewhite——colourless——andremainwithallthefunctionsithasnow！\"
Kempgaveacryofincredulousamazement。
TheInvisibleManroseandbeganpacingthelittlestudy。\"Youmaywellexclaim。Irememberthatnight。Itwaslateatnight，——inthedaytimeonewasbotheredwiththegaping，sillystudents，——andIworkedthensometimestilldawn。Itcamesuddenly，splendidandcompleteintomymind。Iwasalone;thelaboratorywasstill，withthetalllightsburningbrightlyandsilently。InallmygreatmomentsIhavebeenalone。’Onecouldmakeananimal——atissue——transparent！Onecouldmakeitinvisible！Allexceptthepigments。Icouldbeinvisible！’Isaid，suddenlyrealisingwhatitmeanttobeanalbinowithsuchknowledge。Itwasoverwhelming。IleftthefilteringIwasdoing，andwentandstaredoutofthegreatwindowatthestars。’Icouldbeinvisible！’Irepeated。
\"Todosuchathingwouldbetotranscendmagic。AndIbeheld，uncloudedbydoubt，amagnificentvisionofallthatinvisibilitymightmeantoaman，——themystery，thepower，thefreedom。DrawbacksIsawnone。Youhaveonlytothink！AndI，ashabby，poverty—struck，hemmed—indemonstrator，teachingfoolsinaprovincialcollege，mightsuddenlybecome——this。I
askyou，Kemp，ifyou——Anyone，Itellyou，wouldhaveflunghimselfuponthatresearch。AndIworkedthreeyears，andeverymountainofdifficultyItoiledovershowedanotherfromitssummit。Theinfinitedetails！Andtheexasperation，——aprofessor，aprovincialprofessor，alwaysprying。
’Whenareyougoingtopublishthisworkofyours？’washiseverlastingquestion。Andthestudents，thecrampedmeans！ThreeyearsIhadofit——
\"Andafterthreeyearsofsecrecyandexasperation，Ifoundthattocompleteitwasimpossible，——impossible。\"
\"How？\"askedKemp。
\"Money，\"saidtheInvisibleMan，andwentagaintostareoutofthewindow。
Heturnedroundabruptly。\"Irobbedtheoldman——robbedmyfather。
\"Themoneywasnothis，andheshothimself。\"
TheInvisibleMan—Chapter20Chapter20—AttheHouseinGreatPortlandStreetForamomentKempsatinsilence，staringatthebackoftheheadlessfigureatthewindow。Thenhestarted，struckbyathought，rose，tooktheInvisibleMan’sarm，andturnedhimawayfromtheoutlook。
\"Youaretired，\"hesaid，\"andwhileIsit，youwalkabout。Havemychair。\"
HeplacedhimselfbetweenGriffinandthenearestwindow。
ForaspaceGriffinsatsilent，andthenheresumedabruptly：
\"IhadlefttheChesilstowecottagealready，\"hesaid，\"whenthathappened。
ItwaslastDecember。IhadtakenaroominLondon，alargeunfurnishedroominabigill—managedlodging—houseinaslumnearGreatPortlandStreet。
TheroomwassoonfulloftheappliancesIhadboughtwithhismoney;theworkwasgoingonsteadily，successfully，drawingnearanend。Iwaslikeamanemergingfromathicket，andsuddenlycomingonsomeunmeaningtragedy。
Iwenttoburyhim。Mymindwasstillonthisresearch，andIdidnotliftafingertosavehischaracter。Irememberthefuneral，thecheaphearse，thescantceremony，thewindyfrost—bittenhillside，andtheoldcollegefriendofhiswhoreadtheserviceoverhim，——ashabby，black，bentoldmanwithasnivellingcold。
\"Irememberwalkingbacktotheemptyhome，throughtheplacethathadoncebeenavillageandwasnowpatchedandtinkeredbythejerrybuildersintotheuglylikenessofatown。Everywaytheroadsranoutatlastintothedesecratedfieldsandendedinrubbleheapsandrankwetweeds。Iremembermyselfasagauntblackfigure，goingalongtheslippery，shinypavement，andthestrangesenseofdetachmentIfeltfromthesqualidrespectability，thesordidcommercialismoftheplace。
\"Ididnotfeelabitsorryformyfather。Heseemedtometobethevictimofhisownfoolishsentimentality。Thecurrentcantrequiredmyattendanceathisfuneral，butitwasreallynotmyaffair。
\"ButgoingalongtheHighStreet，myoldlifecamebacktomeforaspace，forImetthegirlIhadknowntenyearssince。Oureyesmet。
\"Somethingmovedmetoturnbackandtalktoher。Shewasaveryordinaryperson。
\"Itwasalllikeadream，thatvisittotheoldplaces。IdidnotfeelthenthatIwaslonely，thatIhadcomeoutfromtheworldintoadesolateplace。Iappreciatedmylossofsympathy，butIputitdowntothegeneralinanityofthings。Re—enteringmyroomseemedliketherecoveryofreality。
TherewerethethingsIknewandloved。Therestoodtheapparatus，theexperimentsarrangedandwaiting。Andnowtherewasscarcelyadifficultyleft，beyondtheplanningofdetails。
\"Iwilltellyou，Kemp，soonerorlater，allthecomplicatedprocesses。
Weneednotgointothatnow。Forthemostpart，savingcertaingapsI
chosetoremember，theyarewrittenincypherinthosebooksthattramphashidden。Wemusthunthimdown。Wemustgetthosebooksagain。Buttheessentialphasewastoplacethetransparentobjectwhoserefractiveindexwastobeloweredbetweentworadiatingcentresofasortofetherealvibration，ofwhichIwilltellyoumorefullylater。No，nottheseRntgenvibrations——I
don’tknowthattheseothersofminehavebeendescribed。Yettheyareobviousenough。Ineededtwolittledynamos，andtheseIworkedwithacheapgasengine。Myfirstexperimentwaswithabitofwhitewoolfabric。
Iwasthestrangestthingintheworldtoseeitintheflickeroftheflashessoftandwhite，andthentowatchitfadelikeawreathofsmokeandvanish。
\"IcouldscarcelybelieveIhaddoneit。Iputmyhandintotheemptiness，andtherewasthethingassolidasever。Ifeltitawkwardly，andthrewitonthefloor。Ihadalittletroublefindingitagain。
\"Andthencameacuriousexperience。Iheardamiaowbehindme，andturning，sawaleanwhitecat，verydirty，onthecisterncoveroutsidethewindow。Athoughtcameintomyhead。’Everythingreadyforyou，’I
said，andwenttothewindow，openedit，andcalledsoftly。Shecamein，purring，——thepoorbeastwasstarving，——andIgavehersomemilk。Allmyfoodwasinacupboardinthecorneroftheroom。Afterthatshewentsmellingroundtheroom，——evidentlywiththeideaofmakingherselfathome。Theinvisibleragupsetherabit;youshouldhaveseenherspitatit！ButImadehercomfortableonthepillowofmytruckle—bed。AndIgaveherbuttertogethertowash。\"
\"Andyouprocessedher？\"
\"Iprocessedher。Butgivingdrugstoacatisnojoke，Kemp！Andtheprocessfailed。\"
\"Failed！\"
\"Intwoparticulars。Theseweretheclawsandthepigmentstuff——whatisit？——atthebackoftheeyeinacat。Youknow？\"
\"Tapetum。\"
\"Yes，thetapetum。Itdidn’tgo。AfterI’dgiventhestufftobleachthebloodanddonecertainotherthingstoher，Igavethebeastopium，andputherandthepillowshewassleepingon，ontheapparatus。Andafteralltheresthadfadedandvanished，thereremainedtwolittleghostsofhereyes。\"
\"Odd！\"
\"Ican’texplainit。Shewasbandagedandclamped，ofcourse，——soI
hadhersafe;butshewokewhileshewasstillmisty，andmiaoweddismally，andsomeonecameknocking。Itwasanoldwomanfromdownstairs，whosuspectedmeofvivisecting，——adrink—soddenoldcreature，withonlyawhitecattocareforinalltheworld。Iwhippedoutsomechloroform，andappliedit，andansweredthedoor。’DidIhearacat？’sheasked。’Mycat？’’Nothere，’saidI，verypolitely。Shewasalittledoubtfulandtriedtopeerpastmeintotheroom;strangeenoughtohernodoubt，——barewalls，uncurtainedwindows，truckle—bed，withthegasenginevibrating，andtheseetheoftheradiantpoints，andthatfaintghastlystingingofchloroformintheair。Shehadtobesatisfiedatlastandwentawayagain。\"
\"Howlongdidittake？\"askedKemp。
\"Threeorfourhours——thecat。Thebonesandsinewsandthefatwerethelasttogo，andthetipsofthecolouredhairs。And，asIsay，thebackpartoftheeye，toughiridescentstuffitis，wouldn’tgoatall。
\"Itwasnightoutsidelongbeforethebusinesswasover，andnothingwastobeseenbutthedimeyesandtheclaws。Istoppedthegasengine，feltforandstrokedthebeast，whichwasstillinsensible，andthen，beingtired，leftitsleepingontheinvisiblepillowandwenttobed。Ifoundithardtosleep。Ilayawakethinkingweakaimlessstuff，goingovertheexperimentoverandoveragain，ordreamingfeverishlyofthingsgrowingmistyandvanishingaboutme，untileverything，thegroundIstoodon，vanished，andsoIcametothatsicklyfallingnightmareonegets。Abouttwo，thecatbeganmiaowingabouttheroom。Itriedtohushitbytalkingtoit，andthenIdecidedtoturnitout。IremembertheshockIhadwhenstrikingalight——therewerejusttheroundeyesshininggreen——andnothingroundthem。Iwouldhavegivenitmilk，butIhadn’tany。Itwouldn’tbequiet，itjustsatdownandmiaowedatthedoor。Itriedtocatchit，withanideaofputtingitoutofthewindow，butitwouldn’tbecaught，itvanished。Thenitbeganmiaowingindifferentpartsoftheroom。AtlastIopenedthewindowandmadeabustle。Isupposeitwentoutatlast。I
neversawanymoreofit。
\"Then——Heavenknowswhy——Ifellthinkingofmyfather’sfuneralagain，andthedismalwindyhillside，untilthedayhadcome。Ifoundsleepingwashopeless，and，lockingmydoorafterme，wanderedoutintothemorningstreets。\"
\"Youdon’tmeantosaythere’saninvisiblecatatlarge！\"saidKemp。
\"Ifithasn’tbeenkilled，\"saidtheInvisibleMan。\"Whynot？\"
\"Whynot？\"saidKemp。\"Ididn’tmeantointerrupt。\"
\"It’sveryprobablybeenkilled，\"saidtheInvisibleMan。\"Itwasalivefourdaysafter，Iknow，anddownagratinginGreatTitchfieldStreet;
becauseIsawacrowdroundtheplace，tryingtoseewhencethemiaowingcame。\"
Hewassilentforthebestpartofaminute。Thenheresumedabruptly：
\"Irememberthatmorningbeforethechangeveryvividly。ImusthavegoneupGreatPortlandStreet。IrememberthebarracksinAlbanyStreet，andthehorsesoldierscomingout，andatlastIfoundmyselfsittinginthesunshineandfeelingveryillandstrange，onthesummitofPrimroseHill。ItwasasunnydayinJanuary，——oneofthosesunny，frostydaysthatcamebeforethesnowthisyear。Mywearybraintriedtoformulatetheposition，toplotoutaplanofaction。
\"Iwassurprisedtofind，nowthatmyprizewaswithinmygrasp，howinconclusiveitsattainmentseemed。AsamatteroffactIwasworkedout;
theintensestressofnearlyfouryears’continuousworkleftmeincapableofanystrengthoffeeling。Iwasapathetic，andItriedinvaintorecovertheenthusiasmofmyfirstinquiries，thepassionofdiscoverythathadenabledmetocompasseventhedownfallofmyfather’sgreyhairs。Nothingseemdtomatter。Isawprettyclearlythiswasatransientmood，duetooverworkandwantofsleep，andthateitherbydrugsorrestitwouldbepossibletorecovermyenergies。
\"AllIcouldthinkclearlywasthatthethinghadtobecarriedthrough;
thefixedideastillruledme。Andsoon，forthemoneyIhadwasalmostexhausted。Ilookedaboutmeatthehillside，withchildrenplayingandgirlswatchingthem，andtriedtothinkofallthefantasticadvantagesaninvisiblemanwouldhaveintheworld。AfteratimeIcrawledhome，tooksomefoodandastrongdoseofstrychnine，andwenttosleepinmyclothesonmyunmadebed。Strychnineisagrandtonic，Kemp，totaketheflabbinessoutofaman。\"
\"It’sthedevil，\"saidKemp。\"It’sthepalaeolithicinabottle。\"
\"Iawokevastlyinvigoratedandratherirritable。Youknow？\"
\"Iknowthestuff。\"
\"Andtherewassomeonerappingatthedoor。Itwasmylandlordwiththreatsandinquiries，anoldPolishJewinalonggreycoatandgreasyslippers。Ihadbeentormentingacatinthenighthewassure，——theoldwoman’stonguehadbeenbusy。Heinsistedonknowingallaboutit。Thelawsofthiscountryagainstvivisectionwereverysevere，——hemightbeliable。Ideniedthecat。Thenthevibrationofthelittlegasenginecouldbefeltalloverthehouse，hesaid。Thatwastrue，certainly。Heedgedroundmeintotheroom，peeringaboutoverhisGerman—silverspectacles，andasuddendreadcameintomymindthathemightcarryawaysomethingofmysecret。ItriedtokeepbetweenhimandtheconcentratingapparatusIhadarranged，andthatonlymadehimmorecurious。WhatwasIdoing？
WhywasIalwaysaloneandsecretive？Wasitlegal？Wasitdangerous？I
paidnothingbuttheusualrent。Hishadalwaysbeenamostrespectablehouse——inadisreputableneighbourhood。Suddenlymytempergaveway。I
toldhimtogetout。Hebegantoprotest，tojabberofhisrightofentry。
InamomentIhadhimbythecollar;somethingripped，andhewentspinningoutintohisownpassage。Islammedandlockedthedoorandsatdownquivering。
\"Hemadeafussoutside，whichIdisregarded，andafteratimehewentaway。
\"Butthisbroughtmatterstoacrisis。Ididnotknowwhathewoulddo，norevenwhathehadpowertodo。Tomovetofreshapartmentswouldhavemeantdelay;altogetherIhadbarelytwentypoundsleftintheworld，——forthemostpartinthebank，——andIcouldnotaffordthat。Vanish！Itwasirresistible。Thentherewouldbeaninquiry，thesackingofmyroom——
\"Atthethoughtofthepossibilityofmyworkbeingexposedorinterruptedatitsveryclimax，Ibecameangryandactive。Ihurriedoutwithmythreebooksofnotes，mycheque—book，——thetramphasthemnow，——anddirectedthemfromthenearestPostOfficetoahouseofcallforlettersandparcelsinGreatPortlandStreet。Itriedtogooutnoiselessly。Comingin，Ifoundmylandlordgoingquietlyupstairs;hehadheardthedoorclose，Isuppose。
YouwouldhavelaughedtoseehimjumpasideonthelandingasIcametearingafterhim。HeglaredatmeasIwentbyhim，andImadethehousequiverwiththeslammingofmydoor。Iheardhimcomeshufflinguptomyfloor，hesitate，andgodown。Isettoworkuponmypreparationsforthwith。
\"Itwasalldonethateveningandnight。WhileIwasstillsittingunderthesickly，drowsyinfluenceofthedrugsthatdecolouriseblood，therecamearepeatedknockingatthedoor。Itceased，footstepswentawayandreturned，andtheknockingwasresumed。Therewasanattempttopushsomethingunderthedoor——abluepaper。TheninafitofirritationIroseandwentandflungthedoorwideopen。’Nowthen？’saidI。
\"Itwasmylandlord，withanoticeofejectmentorsomething。Hehelditouttome，sawsomethingoddaboutmyhands，Iexpect，andliftedhiseyestomyface。
\"Foramomenthegaped。Thenhegaveasortofinarticulatecry，droppedcandleandwrittogether，andwentblunderingdownthedarkpassagetothestairs。Ishutthedoor，lockedit，andwenttothelooking—glass。
ThenIunderstoodhisterror。Myfacewaswhite——likewhitestone。
\"Butitwasallhorrible。Ihadnotexpectedthesuffering。Anightofrackinganguish，sicknessandfainting。Isetmyteeth，thoughmyskinwaspresentlyafire;allmybodyafire;butIlaytherelikegrimdeath。
IunderstoodnowhowitwasthecathadhowleduntilIchloroformedit。
LuckyitwasIlivedaloneanduntendedinmyroom。ThereweretimeswhenIsobbedandgroanedandtalked。ButIstucktoit。Ibecameinsensibleandwokelanguidinthedarkness。
\"Thepainhadpassed。IthoughtIwaskillingmyselfandIdidnotcare。
Ishallneverforgetthatdawn，andthestrangehorrorofseeingthatmyhandshadbecomeascloudedglass，andwatchingthemgrowclearerandthinnerasthedaywentby，untilatlastIcouldseethesicklydisorderofmyroomthroughthem，thoughIclosedmytransparenteyelids。Mylimbsbecameglassy，thebonesandarteriesfaded，vanished，andthelittlewhitenerveswentlast。Igroundmyteethandstayedtheretotheend。Atlastonlythedeadtipsofthefinger—nailsremained，pallidandwhite，andthebrownstainofsomeaciduponmyfingers。
\"Istruggledup。AtfirstIwasasincapableasaswathedinfant，——steppingwithlimbsIcouldnotsee。Iwasweakandveryhungry。Iwentandstaredatnothinginmyshaving—glass，atnothingsavewhereanattenuatedpigmentstillremainedbehindtheretinaofmyeyes，fainterthanmist。Ihadtohangontothetableandpressmyforeheadtotheglass。
\"ItwasonlybyafranticeffortofwillthatIdraggedmyselfbacktotheapparatusandcompletedtheprocess。
\"Isleptduringtheforenoon，pullingthesheetovermyeyestoshutoutthelight，andaboutmiddayIwasawakenedagainbyaknocking。Mystrengthhadreturned。Isatupandlistenedandheardawhispering。I
sprangtomyfeetandasnoiselesslyaspossiblebegantodetachtheconnectionsofmyapparatus，andtodistributeitabouttheroom，soastodestroythesuggestionsofitsarrangement。Presentlytheknockingwasrenewedandvoicescalled，firstmylandlord’s，andthentwoothers。TogaintimeIansweredthem。TheinvisibleragandpillowcametohandandIopenedthewindowandpitchedthemoutontothecisterncover。Asthewindowopened，aheavycrashcameatthedoor。Someonehadchargeditwiththeideaofsmashingthelock。ButthestoutboltsIhadscrewedupsomedaysbeforestoppedhim。Thatstartledme，mademeangry。Ibegantotrembleanddothingshurriedly。
\"Itossedtogethersomeloosepaper，straw，packingpaperandsoforth，inthemiddleoftheroom，andturnedonthegas。Heavyblowsbegantorainuponthedoor。Icouldnotfindthematches。Ibeatmyhandsonthewallwithrage。Iturneddownthegasagain，steppedoutofthewindowonthecisterncover，verysoftlyloweredthesash，andsatdown，secureandinvisible，butquiveringwithanger，towatchevents。Theysplitapanel，Isaw，andinanothermomenttheyhadbrokenawaythestaplesoftheboltsandstoodintheopendoorway。Itwasthelandlordandhistwostep—sons，sturdyyoungmenofthreeorfourandtwenty。Behindthemflutteredtheoldhagofawomanfromdownstairs。
\"Youmayimaginetheirastonishmentonfindingtheroomempty。Oneoftheyoungermenrushedtothewindowatonce，flungitupandstaredout。
Hisstaringeyesandthick—lippedbeardedfacecameafootfrommyface。
Iwashalfmindedtohithissillycountenance，butIarrestedmydoubledfist。Hestaredrightthroughme。Sodidtheothersastheyjoinedhim。
Theoldmanwentandpeeredunderthebed，andthentheyallmadearushforthecupboard。TheyhadtoargueaboutitatlengthinYiddishandCockneyEnglish。TheyconcludedIhadnotansweredthem，thattheirimaginationhaddeceivedthem。AfeelingofextraordinaryelationtooktheplaceofmyangerasIsatoutsidethewindowandwatchedthesefourpeople——fortheoldladycamein，glancingsuspiciouslyaboutherlikeacat，tryingtounderstandtheriddleofmybehaviour。
\"Theoldman，sofarasIcouldunderstandhispatois，agreedwiththeoldladythatIwasavivisectionist。ThesonsprotestedingarbledEnglishthatIwasanelectrician，andappealedtothedynamosandradiators。Theywereallnervousagainstmyarrival，althoughIfoundsubsequentlythattheyhadboltedthefrontdoor。Theoldladypeeredintothecupboardandunderthebed，andoneoftheyoungmenpusheduptheregisterandstaredupthechimney。Oneofmyfellowlodgers，acostermongerwhosharedtheoppositeroomwithabutcher，appearedonthelanding，andhewascalledinandtoldincoherentthings。
\"Itoccurredtomethattheradiators，iftheyfellintothehandsofsomeacutewell—educatedperson，wouldgivemeawaytoomuch，andwatchingmyopportunity，Icameintotheroomandtiltedoneofthelittledynamosoffitsfellowonwhichitwasstanding，andsmashedbothapparatus。Then，whiletheyweretryingtoexplainthesmash，Idodgedoutoftheroomandwentsoftlydownstairs。
\"Iwentintooneofthesitting—roomsandwaiteduntiltheycamedown，stillspeculatingandargumentative，allalittledisappointedatfindingno’horrors，’andallalittlepuzzledhowtheystoodwithregardtome。
ThenIslippedupagainwithaboxofmatches，firedmyheapofpaperandrubbish，putthechairsandbeddingthereby，ledthegastotheaffair，bymeansofanindia—rubbertube，andwavingafarewelltotheroomleftitforthelasttime。\"
\"Youfiredthehouse！\"exclaimedKemp。
\"Firedthehouse。Itwastheonlywaytocovermytrail——andnodoubtitwasinsured。Islippedtheboltsofthefrontdoorquietlyandwentoutintothestreet。Iwasinvisible，andIwasonlyjustbeginningtorealisetheextraordinaryadvantagemyinvisibilitygaveme。MyheadwasalreadyteemingwithplansofallthewildandwonderfulthingsIhadnowimpunitytodo。\"
TheInvisibleMan—Chapter21Chapter21—InOxfordStreet\"IngoingdownstairsthefirsttimeIfoundanunexpecteddifficultybecauseIcouldnotseemyfeet;indeedIstumbledtwice，andtherewasanunaccustomedclumsinessingrippingthebolt。Bynotlookingdown，however，Imanagedtowalkonthelevelpassablywell。
\"Mymood，Isay，wasoneofexaltation。Ifeltasaseeingmanmightdo，withpaddedfeetandnoiselessclothes，inacityoftheblind。Iexperiencedawildimpulsetojest，tostartlepeople，toclapmenontheback，flingpeople’shatsastray，andgenerallyrevelinmyextraordinaryadvantage。
\"ButhardlyhadIemergeduponGreatPortlandStreet，however（mylodgingswasclosetothebigdraper’sshopthere），whenIheardaclashingconcussionandwashitviolentlybehind，andturningsawamancarryingabasketofsoda—watersiphons，andlookinginamazementathisburden。Althoughtheblowhadreallyhurtme，IfoundsomethingsoirresistibleinhisastonishmentthatIlaughedaloud。’Thedevil’sinthebasket，’Isaid，andsuddenlytwisteditoutofhishand。Heletgoincontinently，andIswungthewholeweightintotheair。
\"Butafoolofacabman，standingoutsideapublichouse，madeasuddenrushforthis，andhisextendingfingerstookmewithexcruciatingviolenceundertheear。Iletthewholedownwithasmashonthecabman，andthen，withshoutsandtheclatteroffeetaboutme，peoplecomingoutofshops，vehiclespullingup，IrealisedwhatIhaddoneformyself，andcursingmyfolly，backedagainstashopwindowandpreparedtododgeoutoftheconfusion。InamomentIshouldbewedgedintoacrowdandinevitablydiscovered。
Ipushedbythebutcherboy，wholuckilydidnotturntoseethenothingnessthatshovedhimaside，anddodgedbehindthecabman’sfour—wheeler。Idonotknowhowtheysettledthebusiness。Ihurriedstraightacrosstheroad，whichwashappilyclear，andhardlyheedingwhichwayIwent，inthefrightofdetectiontheincidenthadgiven，plungedintotheafternoonthrongofOxfordStreet。
\"Itriedtogetintothestreamofpeople，buttheyweretoothickforme，andinamomentmyheelswerebeingtroddenupon。Itooktothegutter，theroughnessofwhichIfoundpainfultomyfeet，andforthwiththeshaftofacrawlinghansomdugmeforciblyundertheshoulderblade，remindingmethatIwasalreadybruisedseverely。Istaggeredoutofthewayofthecab，avoidedaperambulatorbyaconvulsivemovement，andfoundmyselfbehindthehansom。Ahappythoughtsavedme，andasthisdroveslowlyalongIfollowedinitsimmediatewake，tremblingandastonishedattheturnofmyadventure。Andnotonlytrembling，butshivering。ItwasabrightdayinJanuaryandIwasstarknakedandthethinslimeofmudthatcoveredtheroadwasfreezing。Foolishasitseemstomenow，Ihadnotreckonedthat，transparentornot，Iwasstillamenabletotheweatherandallitsconsequences。
\"Thensuddenlyabrightideacameintomyhead。Iranroundandgotintothecab。Andso，shivering，scared，andsniffingwiththefirstintimationsofacold，andwiththebruisesinthesmallofmybackgrowinguponmyattention。IdroveslowlyalongOxfordStreetandpastTottenhamCourtRoad。MymoodwasasdifferentfromthatinwhichIhadsalliedforthtenminutesagoasitispossibletoimagine。Thisinvisibilityindeed！Theonethoughtthatpossessedmewas——howwasItogetoutofthescrapeI
wasin。
\"WecrawledpastMudie’s，andthereatallwomanwithfiveorsixyellow—labelledbookshailedmycab，andIsprangoutjustintimetoescapeher，shavingarailwayvannarrowlyinmyflight。ImadeoffuptheroadwaytoBloomsburySquare，intendingtostrikenorthpasttheMuseumandsogetintothequietdistrict。Iwasnotcruellychilled，andthestrangenessofmysituationsounnervedmethatIwhimperedasIran。AtthenorthwardcorneroftheSquarealittlewhitedogranoutofthePharmaceuticalSociety’soffices，andincontinentlymadeforme，nosedown。
\"Ihadneverrealiseditbefore，butthenoseistothemindofadogwhattheeyeistothemindofaseeingman。Dogsperceivethescentofamanmovingasmenperceivehisvision。Thisbrutebeganbarkingandleaping，showing，asitseemedtome，onlytooplainlythathewasawareofme。
IcrossedGreatRussellStreet，glancingovermyshoulderasIdidso，andwentsomewayalongMontagueStreetbeforeIrealisedwhatIwasrunningtowards。
\"ThenIbecameawareofablareofmusic，andlookingalongthestreetsawanumberofpeopleadvancingoutofRussellSquare，redshirts，andthebanneroftheSalvationArmytothefore。Suchacrowd，chantingintheroadwayandscoffingonthepavement，Icouldnothopetopenetrate，anddreadingtogobackandfartherfromhomeagain，anddecidingonthespurofthemoment，IranupthewhitestepsofahousefacingtheMuseumrailings，andstoodthereuntilthecrowdshouldhavepassed。Happilythedogstoppedatthenoiseofthebandtoo，hesitated，andturnedtail，runningbacktoBloomsburySquareagain。
\"Oncametheband，bawlingwithunconsciousironysomehymnabout’WhenshallweseehisFace？’anditseemedaninterminabletimetomebeforethetideofthecrowdwashedalongthepavementbyme。Thud，thud，thud，camethedrumwithavibratingresonance，andforthemomentIdidnotnoticetwourchinsstoppingattherailingsbyme。’See’em，’saidone。
’Seewhat？’saidtheother。’Why——themfootmarks——bare。Likewhatyoumakesinmud。’
\"IlookeddownandsawtheyoungstershadstoppedandweregapingatthemuddyfootmarksIhadleftbehindmeupthenewlywhitenedsteps。Thepassingpeopleelbowedandjostledthem，buttheirconfoundedintelligencewasarrested。’Thud，thud，thud，When，thud，shallwesee，thud，hisface，thud，thud。’’There’sabarefootmangoneupthemsteps，orIdon’tknownothing，’saidone。’Andheain’tnevercomedownagain。Andhisfootwasa—bleeding。’
\"Thethickofthecrowdhadalreadypassed。’Lookythere，Ted，’quoththeyoungerofthedetectives，withthesharpnessofsurpriseinhisvoice，andpointedstraighttomyfeet。Ilookeddownandsawatoncethedimsuggestionoftheiroutlinesketchedinsplashesofmud。ForamomentI
wasparalysed。
\"’Why，that’srum，’saidtheelder。’Dashedrum！It’sjustliketheghostofafoot，ain’tit？’Hehesitatedandadvancedwithoutstretchedhand。Amanpulledupshorttoseewhathewascatching，andthenagirl。
Inanothermomenthewouldhavetouchedme。ThenIsawwhattodo。Imadeastep，theboystartedbackwithanexclamation，andwitharapidmovementIswungmyselfoverintotheporticoofthenexthouse。Butthesmallerboywassharp—eyedenoughtofollowthemovementandbeforeIwaswelldownthestepsanduponthepavement，hehadrecoveredfromhismomentaryastonishmentandwasshoutingoutthatthefeethadgoneoverthewall。
\"Theyrushedroundandsawmynewfootmarksflashintobeingonthelowerstepanduponthepavement。’What’sup？’askedsomeone。’Feet！Look！
Feetrunning！’Everybodyintheroad，exceptmythreepursuers，waspouringalongaftertheSalvationArmy，andthisnotonlyimpededmebutthem。
Therewasaneddyofsurpriseandinterrogation。AtthecostofbowlingoveroneyoungfellowIgotthrough，andinanothermomentIwasrushingheadlongroundthecircuitofRussellSquare，withsixorsevenastonishedpeoplefollowingmyfootmarks。Therewasnotimeforexplanation，orelsethewholehostwouldhavebeenafterme。
\"TwiceIdoubledroundcorners，thriceIcrossedtheroadandcamebackonmytracks，andthen，asmyfeetgrewhotanddry，thedampimpressionsbegantofade。AtlastIhadabreathingspaceandrubbedmyfeetcleanwithmyhands，andsogotawayaltogether。ThelastIsawofthechasewasalittlegroupofadozenpeopleperhaps，studyingwithinfiniteperplexityaslowlydryingfootprintthathadresultedfromapuddleinTravistockSquare——afootprintasisolatedandincomprehensibletothemasCrusoe’ssolitarydiscovery。
\"Thisrunningwarmedmetoacertainextent，andIwentonwithabettercouragethroughthemazeoflessfrequentedroadsthatrunshereabouts。
Mybackhadnowbecomeverystiffandsore，mytonsilswerepainfulfromthecabman’sfingers，andtheskinofmyneckhadbeenscratchedbyhisnails;myfeethurtexceedinglyandIwaslamefromalittlecutononefoot。Isawintimeablindmanapproachingme，andfledlimping，forI
fearedhissubtleintuitions。OnceortwiceaccidentalcollisionsoccurredandIleftpeopleamazed，withunaccountablecursesringingintheirears。
Thencamesomethingsilentandquietagainstmyface，andacrosstheSquarefellathinveilofslowlyfallingflakesofsnow。Ihadcaughtacold，anddoasIwouldIcouldnotavoidanoccasionalsneeze。Andeverydogthatcameinsight，withitspointingnoseandcurioussniffing，wasaterrortome。
\"Thencamemenandboysrunning，firstoneandthenothers，andshoutingastheyran。Itwasafire。Theyraninthedirectionofmylodging，andlookingbackdownastreetIsawamassofblacksmokestreamingupabovetheroofsandtelephonewires。Itwasmylodgingburning;myclothes，myapparatus，allmyresourcesindeed，exceptmycheque—bookandthethreevolumesofmemorandathatawaitedmeinGreatPortlandStreet，werethere。
Burning！Ihadburntmyboats——ifeveramandid！Theplacewasblazing。\"
TheInvisibleManpausedandthought。Kempglancednervouslyoutofthewindow。\"Yes？\"hesaid。\"Goon。\"
TheInvisibleMan—Chapter22Chapter22—IntheEmporium\"SolastJanuary，withthebeginningofasnowstormintheairaboutme——andifitsettledonmeitwouldbetrayme！——weary，cold，painful，inexpressiblywretched，andstillbuthalfconvincedofmyinvisiblequality，IbeganthisnewlifetowhichIamcommitted。Ihadnorefuge，noappliances，nohumanbeingintheworldinwhomIcouldconfide。Tohavetoldmysecretwouldhavegivenmeaway——madeamereshowandrarityofme。Nevertheless，Iwashalfmindedtoaccostsomepasser—byandthrowmyselfuponhismercy。
ButIknewtooclearlytheterrorandbrutalcrueltymyadvanceswouldevoke。Imadenoplansinthestreet。Mysoleobjectwastogetshelterfromthesnow，togetmyselfcoveredandwarm;thenImighthopetoplan。
Buteventome，anInvisibleMan，therowsofLondonhousesstoodlatched，barred，andboltedimpregnably。
\"OnlyonethingcouldIseeclearlybeforeme，thecoldexposureandmiseryofthesnowstormandthenight。
\"AndthenIhadabrilliantidea。IturneddownoneoftheroadsleadingfromGowerStreettoTottenhamCourtRoad，andfoundmyselfoutsideOmniums，thebigestablishmentwhereeverythingistobebought——youknowtheplace——meat，grocery，linen，furniture，clothing，oilpaintingseven——ahugemeanderingcollectionofshopsratherthanashop。IhadthoughtIshouldfindthedoorsopen，buttheywereclosed，andasIstoodinthewideentranceacarriagestoppedoutside，andamaninuniform——youknowthekindofpersonagewith’Omnium’onhiscap——flungopenthedoor。Icontrivedtoenter，andwalkingdowntheshop——itwasadepartmentwheretheyweresellingribbonsandglovesandstockingsandthatkindofthing——cametoamorespaciousregiondevotedtopicnicbasketsandwickerfurniture。
\"Ididnotfeelsafethere，however;peopleweregoingtoandfro，andIprowledrestlesslyaboutuntilIcameuponahugesectioninanupperfloorcontainingscoresandhundredsofbedsteads，andbeyondtheseIfoundaresting—placeatlastamongahugepileoffoldedflockmattresses。Theplacewasalreadylitupandaggreeablywarm，andIdecidedtoremainwhereIwas，keepingacautiouseyeonthetwoorthreesetsofshopmenandcustomerswhoweremeanderingthroughtheplaceuntilclosingtimecame。ThenIshouldbeable，Ithought，torobtheplaceforfoodandclothing，anddisguised，prowlthroughitandexamineitsresources，perhapssleeponsomeofthebedding。Thatseemedanacceptableplan。Myideawastoprocureclothingtomakemyselfamuffledbutacceptablefigure，togetmoney，andthentorecovermybooksandparcelswheretheyawaitedme，takealodgingsomewhereandelaborateplansforthecompleterealisationoftheadvantagesmyinvisibilitygaveme（asIstillimagined）overmyfellow—men。
\"Closingtimearrivedquicklyenough;itcouldnothavebeenmorethananhourafterItookupmypositiononthemattressesbeforeInoticedtheblindsofthewindowsbeingdrawn，andcustomersbeingmarcheddoorward。
Andthenanumberofbriskyoungmenbeganwithremarkablealacritytotidyupthegoodsthatremaineddisturbed。Ileftmylairasthecrowdsdiminished，andprowledcautiouslyoutintothelessdesolatepartsoftheshop。Iwasreallysurprisedtoobservehowrapidlytheyoungmenandwomenwhippedawaythegoodsdisplayedforsaleduringtheday。Alltheboxesofgoods，thehangingfabrics，thefestoonsoflace，theboxesofsweetsinthegrocerysection，thedisplaysofthisandthat，werebeingwhippeddown，foldedup，slappedintotidyreceptacles，andeverythingthatcouldnotbetakendownandputawayhadsheetsofsomecoarsestufflikesackingflungoverit。Finallyallthechairswereturnedupontothecounters，leavingthefloorclear。Directlyeachoftheseyoungpeoplehaddone，heorshemadepromptlyforthedoorwithsuchanexpressionofanimationasIhaverarelyobservedinashopassistantbefore。Thencamealotofyoungstersscatteringsawdustandcarryingpailsandbrooms。
Ihadtododgetogetoutoftheway，andasitwas，myanklegotstungwiththesawdust。Forsometime，wanderingthroughtheswathedanddarkeneddepartments，Icouldhearthebroomsatwork。Andatlastagoodhourormoreaftertheshophadbeenclosed，cameanoiseoflockingdoors。Silencecameupontheplace，andIfoundmyselfwanderingthroughthevastandintricateshops，galleriesandshowroomsoftheplace，alone。Itwasverystill;inoneplaceIrememberpassingnearoneoftheTottenhamCourtRoadentrancesandlisteningtothetappingofbootheelsofthepassers—by。
\"MyfirstvisitwastotheplacewhereIhadseenstockingsandglovesforsale。Itwasdark，andIhadthedevilofahuntaftermatches，whichIfoundatlastinthedrawerofthelittlecashdesk。ThenIhadtogetacandle。Ihadtoteardownwrappingsandransackanumberofboxesanddrawers，butatlastImanagedtoturnoutwhatIsought;theboxlabelcalledthemlambswoolpants，andlambswoolvests。Thensocks，athickcomforter，andthenIwenttotheclothingplaceandgottrousers，aloungejacket，anovercoatandaslouchhat——aclericalsortofhatwiththebrimturneddown。Ibegantofeelahumanbeingagain，andmynextthoughtwasfood。
\"Upstairswasarefreshmentdepartment，andthereIgotcoldmeat。Therewascoffeestillintheurn，andIlitthegasandwarmeditupagain，andaltogetherIdidnotdobadly。Afterwards，prowlingthroughtheplaceinsearchofblankets——Ihadtoputupatlastwithaheapofdownquilts——I
cameuponagrocerysectionwithalotofchocolateandcandiedfruits，morethanwasgoodformeindeed——andsomewhiteburgundy。Andnearthatwasatoydepartment，andIhadabrilliantidea。Ifoundsomeartificialnoses——dummynoses，youknow，andIthoughtofdarkspectacles。ButOmniumshadnoopticaldepartment。Mynosehadbeenadifficultyindeed——Ihadthoughtofpaint。Butthediscoverysetmymindrunningonwigsandmasksandthelike。FinallyIwenttosleeponaheapofdownquilts，verywarmandcomfortable。
\"MylastthoughtsbeforesleepingwerethemostagreeableIhadhadsincethechange。Iwasinastateofphysicalserenity，andthatwasreflectedinmymind。IthoughtthatIshouldbeabletoslipoutunobservedinthemorningwithmyclothesuponme，mufflingmyfacewithawhitewrapperIhadtaken，purchase，withthemoneyIhadtaken，spectaclesandsoforth，andsocompletemydisguise。Ilapsedintodisorderlydreamsofallthefantasticthingsthathadhappenedduringthelastfewdays。IsawtheuglylittleJewofalandlordvociferatinginhisrooms;Isawhistwosonsmarvelling，andthewrinkledoldwoman’sgnarledfaceassheaskedforhercat。Iexperiencedagainthestrangesensationofseeingtheclothdisappear，andsoIcameroundtothewindyhillsideandthesniffingoldclergymanmumbling’Dusttodust，earthtoearth，’andmyfather’sopengrave。
\"’Youalso，’saidavoice，andsuddenlyIwasbeingforcedtowardsthegrave。Istruggled，shouted，appealedtothemourners，buttheycontinuedstonilyfollowingtheservice;theoldclergyman，too，neverfaltereddroningandsniffingthroughtheritual。IrealisedIwasinvisibleandinaudible，thatoverwhelmingforceshadtheirgriponme。Istruggledinvain，Iwasforcedoverthebrink，thecoffinranghollowasIfelluponit，andthegravelcameflyingaftermeinspadefuls。Nobodyheededme，nobodywasawareofme。Imadeconvulsivestrugglesandawoke。
\"ThepaleLondondawnhadcome，theplacewasfullofachillygreylightthatfilteredroundtheedgesofthewindowblinds。Isatup，andforatimeIcouldnotthinkwherethisampleapartment，withitscounters，itspilesofrolledstuff，itsheapsofquiltsandcushions，itsironpillars，mightbe。Then，asrecollectioncamebacktome，Iheardvoicesinconversation。
\"Thenfardowntheplace，inthebrighterlightofsomedepartmentwhichhadalreadyraiseditsblinds，Isawtwomenapproaching。Iscrambledtomyfeet，lookingaboutmeforsomewayofescape，andevenasIdidsothesoundofmymovementmadethemawareofme。Isupposetheysawmerelyafiguremovingquietlyandquicklyaway。’Who’sthat？’criedone，and’Stopthere，’shoutedtheother。Idashedroundacornerandcamefulltilt——afacelessfigure，mindyou！——onalankyladoffifteen。HeyelledandIbowledhimover，rushedpasthim，turnedanothercorner，andbyahappyinspirationthrewmyselfflatbehindacounter。InanothermomentfeetwentrunningpastandIheardvoicesshouting，’Allhandstothedoors！’
askingwhatwas’up，’andgivingoneanotheradvicehowtocatchme。
\"Lyingontheground，Ifeltscaredoutofmywits。But——oddasitmayseem——itdidnotoccurtomeatthemomenttotakeoffmyclothesasI
shouldhavedone。Ihadmadeupmymind，Isuppose，togetawayinthem，andthatruledme。Andthendownthevistaofthecounterscameabawlingof’Hereheis！’
\"Isprangtomyfeet，whippedachairoffthecounter，andsentitwhirlingatthefoolwhohadshouted，turned，cameintoanotherroundacorner，senthimspinning，andrushedupthestairs。Hekepthisfooting，gaveaviewhallo！andcameupthestaircasehotafterme。Upthestaircasewerepiledamultitudeofthosebright—colouredpotthings——whatarethey？\"
\"Artpots，\"suggestedKemp。
\"That’sit！Artpots。Well，Iturnedatthetopstepandswunground，pluckedoneoutofapileandsmasheditonhissillyheadashecameatme。Thewholepileofpotswentheadlong，andIheardshoutingandfootstepsrunningfromallparts。Imadeamadrushfortherefreshmentplace，andtherewasamaninwhitelikeamancook，whotookupthechase。Imadeonelastdesperateturnandfoundmyselfamonglampsandironmongery。I
wentbehindthecounterofthis，andwaitedformycook，andasheboltedinattheheadofthechase，Idoubledhimupwithalamp。Downhewent，andIcrouchedbehindthecounterandbeganwhippingoffmyclothesasfastasIcould。Coat，jacket，trousers，shoeswereallright，butalambswoolvestfitsamanlikeaskin。Iheardmoremencoming，mycookwaslyingquietontheothersideofthecounter，stunnedorscaredspeechless，andIhadtomakeanotherdashforit，likearabbithuntedoutofawood—pile。
\"’Thisway，policeman！’Iheardsomeoneshouting。Ifoundmyselfinmybedsteadstore—roomagain，andattheendawildernessofwardrobes。
Irushedamongthem，wentflat，gotridofmyvestafterinfinitewriggling，andstoodafreemanagain，pantingandscared，asthepolicemanandthreeoftheshopmencameroundthecorner。Theymadearushforthevestandpants，andcollaredthetrousers。’He’sdroppinghisplunder，’saidoneoftheyoungmen。’Hemustbesomewherehere。’
\"Buttheydidnotfindmeallthesame。
\"Istoodwatchingthemhuntformeforatime，andcursingmyill—luckinlosingtheclothes。ThenIwentintotherefreshment—room，drankalittlemilkIfoundthere，andsatdownbythefiretoconsidermyposition。
\"Inalittlewhiletwoassistantscameandbegantotalkoverthebusinessveryexcitedlyandlikethefoolstheywere。Iheardamagnifiedaccountofmydepredations，andotherspeculationsastomywhereabouts。ThenI
felltoschemingagain。Theinsurmountabledifficultyoftheplace，especiallynowitwasalarmed，wastogetanyplunderoutofit。Iwentdownintothewarehousetoseeiftherewasanychanceofpackingandaddressingaparcel，butIcouldnotunderstandthesystemofchecking。Abouteleveno’clock，thesnowhavingthawedasitfell，andthedaybeingfinerandalittlewarmerthanthepreviousone，IdecidedthattheEmporiumwashopeless，andwentoutagain，exasperatedatmywantofsuccess，withonlythevaguestplansofactioninmymind。\"
TheInvisibleMan—Chapter23Chapter23—InDruryLane\"Butyoubegintorealisenow，\"saidtheInvisibleMan，\"thefulldisadvantageofmycondition。Ihadnoshelter，nocovering。Togetclothingwastoforegoallmyadvantage，tomakeofmyselfastrangeandterriblething。
Iwasfasting;fortoeat，tofillmyselfwithunassimilatedmatter，wouldbetobecomegrotesquelyvisibleagain。\"
\"Ineverthoughtofthat，\"saidKemp。
\"NorhadI。Andthesnowhadwarnedmeofotherdangers。Icouldnotgoabroadinsnow——itwouldsettleonmeandexposeme。Rain，too，wouldmakemeawateryoutline，aglisteningsurfaceofaman——abubble。Andfog——Ishouldbelikeafainterbubbleinafog，asurface，agreasyglimmerofhumanity。Moreover，asIwentabroad——intheLondonair——Igathereddirtaboutmyankles，floatingsmutsanddustuponmyskin。IdidnotknowhowlongitwouldbebeforeIshouldbecomevisiblefromthatcausealso。
ButIsawclearlyitcouldnotbeforlong。
\"NotinLondonatanyrate。
\"IwentintotheslumstowardsGreatPortlandStreet，andfoundmyselfattheendofthestreetinwhichIhadlodged。Ididnotgothatway，becauseofthecrowdhalfwaydownitoppositetothestillsmokingruinsofthehouseIhadfired。Mymostimmediateproblemwastogetclothing。
Whattodowithmyfacepuzzledme。ThenIsawinoneofthoselittlemiscellaneousshops——news，sweets，toys，stationery，belatedChristmastomfoolery，andsoforth——anarrayofmasksandnoses。Irealisedthatproblemwassolved。
InaflashIsawmycourse。Iturnedabout，nolongeraimless，andwent——
circuitouslyinordertoavoidthebusyways，towardsthebackstreetsnorthoftheStrand;forIremembered，thoughnotverydistinctlywhere，thatsometheatricalcostumiershadshopsinthatdistrict。
\"Thedaywascold，withanippingwinddownthenorthwardrunningstreets。
Iwalkedfasttoavoidbeingovertaken。Everycrossingwasadanger，everypassengerathingtowatchalertly。OnemanasIwasabouttopasshimatthetopofBedfordStreet，turneduponmeabruptlyandcameintome，sendingmeintotheroadandalmostunderthewheelofapassinghansom。
Theverdictofthecab—rankwasthathehadhadsomesortofstroke。I
wassounnervedbythisencounterthatIwentintoCoventGardenMarketandsatdownforsometimeinaquietcornerbyastallofviolets，pantingandtrembling。IfoundIhadcaughtafreshcold，andhadtoturnoutafteratimelestmysneezesshouldattractattention。
\"AtlastIreachedtheobjectofmyquest，adirtyfly—blownlittleshopinabywaynearDruryLane，withawindowfulloftinselrobes，shamjewels，wigs，slippers，dominoesandtheatricalphotographs。Theshopwasold—fashionedandlowanddark，andthehouseroseaboveitforfourstoreys，darkanddismal。Ipeeredthroughthewindowand，seeingnoonewithin，entered。Theopeningofthedoorsetaclankingbellringing。Ileftitopen，andwalkedroundabarecostumestand，intoacornerbehindachevalglass。Foraminuteorsonoonecame。ThenIheardheavyfeetstridingacrossaroom，andamanappeareddowntheshop。
\"Myplanswerenowperfectlydefinite。Iproposedtomakemywayintothehouse，secretemyselfupstairs，watchmyopportunity，andwheneverythingwasquiet，rummageoutawig，mask，spectacles，andcostume，andgointotheworld，perhapsagrotesquebutstillacrediblefigure。AndincidentallyofcourseIcouldrobthehouseofanyavailablemoney。
\"Themanwhohadenteredtheshopwasashort，slight，hunched，beetle—browedman，withlongarmsandveryshortbandylegs。ApparentlyIhadinterruptedameal。Hestaredabouttheshopwithanexpressionofexpectation。Thisgavewaytosurprise，andthenanger，ashesawtheshopempty。’Damntheboys！’hesaid。Hewenttostareupanddownthestreet。Hecameinagaininaminute，kickedthedoortowithhisfootspitefully，andwentmutteringbacktothehousedoor。
\"Icameforwardtofollowhim，andatthenoiseofmymovementhestoppeddead。Ididsotoo，startledbyhisquicknessofear。Heslammedthehousedoorinmyface。
\"Istoodhesitating。SuddenlyIheardhisquickfootstepsreturning，andthedoorreopened。Hestoodlookingabouttheshoplikeonewhowasstillnotsatisfied。Then，murmuringtohimself，heexaminedthebackofthecounterandpeeredbehindsomefixtures。Thenhestooddoubtful。HehadleftthehousedooropenandIslippedintotheinnerroom。
\"Itwasaqueerlittleroom，poorlyfurnishedandwithanumberofbigmasksinthecorner。Onthetablewashisbelatedbreakfast，anditwasaconfoundedlyexasperatingthingforme，Kemp，tohavetosniffhiscoffeeandstandwatchingwhilehecameinandresumedhismeal。Andhistablemannerswereirritating。Threedoorsopenedintothelittleroom，onegoingupstairsandonedown，buttheywereallshut。Icouldnotgetoutoftheroomwhilehewasthere，Icouldscarcelymovebecauseofhisalertness，andtherewasdraughtdownmyback。TwiceIstrangledasneezejustintime。
\"Thespectacularqualityofmysensationswascuriousandnovel，butforallthatIwasheartilytiredandangrylongbeforehehaddonehiseating。Butatlasthemadeanendandputtinghisbeggarlycrockeryontheblacktintrayuponwhichhehadhadhisteapot，andgatheringallthecrumbsuponthemustard—stainedcloth，hetookthewholelotofthingsafterhim。Hisburdenpreventedhisshuttingthedoorbehindhim——ashewouldhavedone;Ineversawsuchamanforshuttingdoors——andIfollowedhimintoaverydirtyundergroundkitchenandscullery。Ihadthepleasureofseeinghimbegintowashup，andthen，findingnogoodinkeepingdownthere，andthebrickfloorbeingcoldtomyfeet，Ireturnedupstairsandsatinhischairbythefire。Itwasburninglow，andscarcelythinking，Iputonalittlecoal。Thenoiseofthisbroughthimupatonce，andhestoodaglare。Hepeeredabouttheroomandwaswithinanaceoftouchingme。Evenafterthatexamination，hescarcelyseemedsatisfied。Hestoppedinthedoorwayandtookafinalinspectionbeforehewentdown。
\"Iwaitedinthelittleparlourforanage，andatlasthecameupandopenedtheupstairsdoor。Ijustmanagedtogetbyhim。
\"Onthestaircasehestoppedsuddenly，sothatIverynearlyblunderedintohim。Hestoodlookingbackrightintomyfaceandlistening。’Icouldhavesworn，’hesaid。Hislonghairyhandpulledathislowerlip。Hiseyewentupanddownthestaircase。Thenhegruntedandwentonupagain。
\"Hishandwasonthehandleofadoor，andthenhestoppedagainwiththesamepuzzledangeronhisface。Hewasbecomingawareofthefaintsoundsofmymovementsabouthim。Themanmusthavehaddiabolicallyacutehearing。Hesuddenlyflashedintorage。’Ifthere’sanyoneinthishouse，’
hecriedwithanoath，andleftthethreatunfinished。Heputhishandinhispocket，failedtofindwhathewanted，andrushingpastmewentblunderingnoisilyandpugnaciouslydownstairs。ButIdidnotfollowhim。
Isatontheheadofthestaircaseuntilhisreturn。