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The Invisible Man

In the Coach and Horses
Now in order clearly to understand what had happened in the inn, it is necessary to go
back to the moment when Mr. Marvel first came into view of Mr. Huxter's window. At
that precise moment Mr. Cuss and Mr. Bunting were in the parlour. They were seriously
investigating the strange occurrences of the morning, and were, with Mr. Hall's
permission, making a thorough examination of the Invisible Man's belongings. Jaffers
had partially recovered from his fall and had gone home in the charge of his sympathetic
friends. The stranger's scattered garments had been removed by Mrs. Hall and the room
tidied up. And on the table under the window where the stranger had been wont to work,
Cuss had hit almost at once on three big books in manuscript labelled "Diary."
"Diary!" said Cuss, putting the three books on the table. "Now, at any rate, we shall
learn something." The Vicar stood with his hands on the table.
"Diary," repeated Cuss, sitting down, putting two volumes to support the third, and
opening it. "H'm -- no name on the fly-leaf. Bother! -- cypher. And figures."
The Vicar came round to look over his shoulder.
Cuss turned the pages over with a face suddenly disappointed. "I'm -- dear me! It's all
cypher, Bunting."
"There are no diagrams?" asked Mr. Bunting. "No illustrations throwing light -- "
"See for yourself," said Mr. Cuss. "Some of it's mathematical and some of it's Russian
or some such language (to judge by the letters), and some of its Greek. Now the Greek I
thought you -- "
"Of course," said Mr. Bunting, taking out and wiping his spectacles and feeling
suddenly very uncomfortable, -- for he had no Greek left in his mind worth talking about;
"yes -- the Greek, of course, may furnish a clue."
"I'll find you a place."
"I'd rather glance through the volumes first," said Mr. Bunting, still wiping. "A
general impression first, Cuss, and then, you know, we can go looking for clues."
He coughed, put on his glasses, arranged them fastidiously, coughed again, and
wished something would happen to avert the seemingly inevitable exposure. Then he
took the volume Cuss handed him in a leisurely manner. And then something did happen.
The door opened suddenly.