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Tf I can lay my hands on him! . % ** Best plan to get the books out of ae first." bie ; ** But where is he? Do you know?” ** He’s in the town police station, locked up, by’ his own request, in the strongest cell in the place.” “Cur! ” said the Invisible Man. 4 * But that hangs up your plans .a little.” 7 *'We must get those books; -those books are vital.” ** Certainly,” said Kemp, a little nervously, ~ wondering if he heard footsteps outside. “ Certainly © we must get those books. But that won "t be difficult, 7 if he doesn’t know they’re for you.” t * No,” said the Invisible Man, and thought.
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Kemp tried to think of something to keep the ™ talk going, but the Invisible Man resumed of his own accord. 4
* Blundering into your house, Kemp, * he said, |
“changes all my plans. For you are a man that © can understand. In spite of all that has happened, © in spite of this publicity, of the loss of my books, © of what I have suffered, there still remain great | possibilities, huge possibilities
“You have told no one I am here?” he asked abruptly.
Kemp hesitated. “ That was implied,” he said.” _ “No one? ” insisted Griffin.
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* Ah! Now *” The Invisible Man stood up, and sticking his arms akimbo, began to pace the | study. :
“T made a mistake, Kemp, a huge mistake, in
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lcarrying this thing through alone. I have wasted strength, time, opportunities. Alone; it is wonderful /how little a man can do alone! To rob a little, to hurt a little, and there is the end.
* What I want, Kemp, is a goal-keeper, a helper, jand a hiding-place; an arrangement whereby | can sleep and eat and rest in peace and unsuspected. I ‘must have a confederate. With a confederate, with food and rest, a thousand things are possible. | “ Hitherto I have gone on vague lines. We have > consider all that invisibility means; all that it jdoes not mean. It means little advantage for eaves- ‘dropping and so forth—one makes sounds. It’s of little help—a little help, perhaps—in housebreaking and so forth. Once you’ve caught me you could easily i imprison me. But on the other hand I am ‘hard to catch. This invisibility, in fact, is only good ‘in two cases. It’s useful in getting away; it’s useful in approaching. It’s particularly useful, therefore, in killing. I can walk round a man, whatever eapon he has, choose my point, strike as I like, dodge as I like, escape as I like.”
Kemp’s hand went to his moustache. Was that a ‘movement downstairs?
* And it is killing we must do, Kemp.”
“It is killing we must do,” repeated Kemp. T’m listening to your plan, Griffin; but I’m not agreeing, mind, Why killing? ”
** Not wanton killing, but a judicious slaying. The point is: They know there is an Invisible Man—as well as we know there is an Invisible Man—and that Invisible Man, Kemp, must now establish a ‘Reign of Terror. Yes; no doubt it’s startling, but I mean it. A Reign of Terror. He must take some
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184 | THE INVISIBLE MAN. 3 town, like your Burdock, and terrify and dominat 4 it. He must issue his orders. He can do that in. thousand ways—scraps of paper thrust under doors would suffice. And-all who disobey his orders hi must kill, and kill all who would defend them.” } “ Humph!” said Kemp, no longer listening t ‘ Griffin, but to the sound of his front door opening and closing. — “Tt seems to me, Griffin,” he said, to cover his wandering attention, “ that your confederate =) 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. ** Nonsense,” said Kemp. Tet me see,” said the Invisible Man, ane advanced, arm extended, to the door. And then things happened very swiftly. Kemp
The Invisible Man started and stood still. “Traitor! ” cried the Voice, and suddenly the dressing-gown opened, and, sitting down, the unseen began to disrobe. Kemp made three swift steps to the door, and. forthwith the Invisible Man—his legs had
THE PLAN THAT FAILED — 185 vanished—sprang to his feet with a shout. Kemp flung the door open. __ As it opened, there came a sound of hurrying feet downstairs and voices. With a quick movement Kemp thrust the Invisible ‘Man back, sprang aside, and slammed _ the door. ‘The key was outside and ready. In another moment Griffin would have been alone in the belvedere ‘study a prisoner—save for one little thing. The key had been slipped in hastily that morning. As Kemp slammed the door it fell noisily upon the carpet. Kemp’s face became white. He tried to grip the door-handle with both hands. For a moment he stood lugging. Then the door gave six inches. But he got it closed again. The second time it was jerked a foot wide, and the dressing-gown came wedging itself into the opening. His throat was gripped by ‘invisible fingers, and he left his hold on the handle _ to defend himself. He was forced back, tripped, and — pitched heavily into the corner of the landing. The empty dressing-gown was flung on the top cf him. Half-way up the staircase was Colonel Adye the recipient of Kemp’s letter, the chief of the Burdock police. He was staring aghast at the sudden appear- ance of Kemp, followed by the extraordinary sight of clothing tossing empty in the air. He saw Kemp drop and struggle to his feet. He saw Kemp reel, ‘rush forward, and go down again, felled like an ox. Then suddenly he was struck violently. By nothing! A vast weight, it seemed, leapt upon him, and he was hurled headlong down the staircase, with a grip on his th-oat and a knee in his groin. An invisible foot trod on his~back, a ghostly patter passed downstairs, he heard the two police officers
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in the hall shout and run, and the front door 4 the a" house slammed violently.
He rolled over and sat up staring. He saw, | staggering down the staircase, Kemp, dusty and dishevelled, one side of his tace white from a blow, - his lip bleeding, and a pink dressing-gown and some ‘ other clothing held in his arms.
“My God!” cried Kemp, “ the game’s upil | He’s gone! ”
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ee a space Kemp was too inarticulate to make Adye understand the swift things that had just happened. They stood on the landing, Kemp speaking. hurriedly, the grotesque swathings of Griffin still on his arm. But presently Adye began to grasp something of the situation.
“ He is mad,” said Kemp; “inhuman. He is pure selfishness. He thinks of nothing but his own advantage, his own safety. I have listened to such a story this morning of brutal self-seeking. ... He has wounded men. He will kill them unless we can prevent him. He will create a panic. Nothing can stop him. He is going out now—furious! ”
“He must be caught,” said Adye. “ That is certain.”
“ But how?” cried Kemp, and suddenly became full of ideas. ‘ You must begin at once; you must set every available man to work; you must prevent his leaving this district. Once he gets away he may go through the countryside as he wills, killing and maiming. He dreams of a reign of terror! A reign of terror, I tell you. You must set a watch on trains and roads and shipping. The garrison must help. You must wire for help. The only thing that may keep him here is the thought of recovering some books of notes he counts of value. I will tell ie
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of that! There is a man in your police: station— Marvel.”
*T know,” said Adye, “TI know. Those bookie yes. But the tramp. . l
** Says he hasn’t them: But he thinks the tramp has. And you must prevent him from eating or sleeping—day and night the country must be astir_ for him. Food must be locked up and secured, all food, so that he will have to break his way to it, The houses everywhere must be barred against him, ~ Heaven send us cold nights and rain! The whole countryside must begin hunting and keep hunting. } I tell you, Adye, he is a danger, a disaster. Unless he is pinned down and secured, it is frightful ‘of think of the things that may happen.”
* What else can we do?” said Adye. “I must go down at once and begin organising. But why not come? Yes—you come too! Come, and we must hold a sort of council of war—get Hopps to help—_ and the railway managers. By Jove! it’s urgent. Come along—tell me as we go. What else is there - we can do? Put that stuff down.”
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‘** We must go to the central station at once,” said Adye. “ One of you go on down and get a cab to come up and meet us—quickly. And now, Kemp, what else? ”
“ Dogs,” said Kemp. “ Get dogs. They don’t see him, but they wind him. Get dogs.”
* Good,” said Adye. “ It’s not generally known,
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but the prison officials over at Halstead know a man with bloodhounds. Dogs. What else?” ~
“Bear in mind,” said Kemp, “his food shows:
After eating, his food shows until it is assimilated.
So that he has to hide after eating. You must keep
on beating. Every thicket, every quiet corner. And
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weapons, away. He can’t carry such things for long.
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- “ Good again,” said Adye. “ We shall have him 12> SF
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hesitated.
“Yes? ” said. Adye.
“ Powdered glass,” said Kemp. “It’s cruel, I know. But think of what he may do!”
_ Adye drew the air in between his teeth sfiarsy) “ It’s unsportsmanlike. I don’t know. But I’ll have powdered glass got ready. If he goes too far... .” __ “The man’s become inhuman, I tell you,” said Kemp. “I am sure he will establish a reign of ‘terror—so soon as he has got over the emotions of this escape—as I am sure I am talking to you. Our only chance is to be ahead. He has cut himself off from his kind. His blood be upon his own head.”
26 The Wicksteed Murder
HE Invisible Man seems to have rushed out of
Kemp’s house in a state of blind fury. A little child playing near Kemp’s gateway was violently caught up and thrown aside, so that its ankle was broken —and thereafter for some hours he passed out of human perceptions. No one knows where he went nor what he did. But one can imagine him hurrying — through the hot June forenoon, up the hill and on to the open downland behind Port Burdock, raging and despairing at his intolerable fate, and sheltering " at last, heated and weary, amid the thickets of Hintondean, to piece together again his shattered schemes against his species. ‘That seems the most probable refuge for him, for there it was he reasserted _ himself in a grimly tragical manner about two in the afternoon.
One wonders what his state of mind may havel ‘ been during that time and what plans he devised. No doubt he was almost ecstatically exasperated by Kemp’s treachery, and though we may be able to understand the motives that led to that deceit, we - may still imagine, and even sympathise a little with the fury the attempted surprise must have occasioned. Perhaps something of the stunned astonishment of his Oxford Street experiences may have returned to him, for evidently he had counted on Kemp’s co-— operation in his brutal dream of a terrorised world,
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At any rate, he vanished from human ken about midday, and no living witness can tell what he did until about half-past two. It was a fortunate thing, perhaps, for humanity, but for him it was a fatal inaction.
During that time a growing multitude of men scattered over the countryside were busy. In the morning he had still been simply a legend, a terror; in the afternoon, by virtue chiefly of Kemp’s dryly worded proclamation, he was presented as a tangible antagonist, to be wounded, captured, or overcome, and the_countryside began organising itself with inconceivable rapidity. By two o’clock even, he might still have removed himself out of the district by getting aboard a train, but after two that became impossible, every passenger train along the lines on a great parallelogram between Southampton, Win- chester, Brighton and Horsham, travelled with locked doors, and the traffic was almost entirely suspended. And in a great circle of twenty miles round Port Burdock men armed with guns and bludgeons were presently setting out in groups of three and four, with dogs, to beat roads and fields.
Mounted policemen rode along the country lanes, stopping at every cottage and warning the people to lock up their houses and keep indoors unless they | - were armed, and all the elementary schools had broken up by three o’clock, and the children, scared and keeping together in groups, were hurrying home. Kemp’s proclamation—signed, indeed, by Adye— was posted over almost the whole district by four or five o’clock in the afternoon. It gave briefly but clearly all the conditions of the struggle, the necessity of Keeping the Invisible Man from food and sleep,
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the necessity for incessant watchfulness, «and hired a prompt attention to any evidence of his movenients. And so swift and decided was the action of the authorities, so prompt and universal was the belief in this strange being, that before nightfall an area of several hundred square miles was in a stringent state of siege. And.before nightfall, too, a thrill of horror went through the whole watching, nervous countryside, and going from whispering mouth to mouth, swift and certain over the length and breadth of the country passed the story of the murder of Mr. Wicksteed.
If our supposition that the Invisible Man’s refuge: was the Hintondean thickets is correct, then we must suppose that in the early afternoon he sallied out again, bent upon some project that involved the use of a weapon. We cannot know what the project was, but the evidence that. he had the iron rod in his hand before he met Wicksteed is to me, at least, overwhelming.
Of course we can know nothing of the details ofl that encounter. It occurred on the edge of a gravel pit, not two hundred yards from Lord Burdock’s” lodge gate. Everything points to a desperate struggle
-—the trampled ground, the numerous wounds Mr, - Wicksteed received, his splintered walking-stick—_ but why the attack was made, save in a murderous frenzy, it is impossible to imagine. Indeed, the) theory of madness is almost unavoidable. Mr. Wick-_ steed was a man of forty-five or forty-six, steward — to Lord Burdock, of inoffensive habits and appear-_ ance, and the very last person in the world to provoke such a terrible antagonist. Against him it would seem the Invisible Man used an iron rod,
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dragged from a piece of broken fence. He stopped _ this quiet man, going quietly home to his midday meal, attacked him, beat down his feeble defences, broke his arm, felled him, and smashed his head to a jelly.
Of course, he must have dragged this rod out of the fencing, before he met his victim—he must have been carrying it ready in his hand. Only two details beyond what has already been stated seem to bear ~ on the matter. One is the circumstance that the gravel-pit was not in Mr. Wicksteed’s direct path home, but nearly a couple of hundred yards out of his*way. The other is the assertion of a little girl, to the effect that going to her afternoon school she saw the murdered man “ érotting” in a peculiar manner across a field towards the gravel-pit. Her pantomime of his action suggests a man pursuing something on the ground before him and striking at it ever and again with his walking stick. She was the last person to see him alive. He passed out of her sight to his death, the struggle being hidden from her only by a clump of beech trees and a slight depression in the ground.