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The Invisible Man

18.
The Invisible Man Sleeps
Exhausted and wounded as the Invisible Man was, he refused to accept Kemp's word that
his freedom should be respected. He examined the two windows of the bedroom, drew up
the blinds, and opened the sashes, to confirm Kemp's statement that a retreat by them
would be possible. Outside the night was very quiet and still, and the new moon was
setting over the down. Then he examined the keys of the bedroom and the two dressing-
room doors, to satisfy himself that these also could be made an assurance of freedom.
Finally he expressed himself satisfied. He stood on the hearth rug and Kemp heard the
sound of a yawn.
"I'm sorry," said the Invisible Man, "if I cannot tell you all that I have done to-night.
But I am worn out. It's grotesque, no doubt. It's horrible! But believe me, Kemp, in spite
of your arguments of this morning, it is quite a possible thing. I have made a discovery. I
meant to keep it to myself. I can't. I must have a partner. And you -- We can do such
things -- But to-morrow. Now, Kemp, I feel as though I must sleep or perish."
Kemp stood in the middle of the room staring at the headless garment. "I suppose I
must leave you," he said. "It's -- incredible. Three things happening like this, overturning
all my preconceptions, would make me insane. But it's real! Is there anything more than I
can get you?"
"Only bid me good-night," said Griffin.
"Good-night," said Kemp, and shook an invisible hand. He walked sideways to the
door. Suddenly the dressing-gown walked quickly towards him. "Understand me!" said
the dressing-gown. "No attempts to hamper me, or capture me! Or -- "
Kemp's face changed a little. "I thought I gave you my word," he said.
Kemp closed the door softly behind him, and the key was turned upon him forthwith.
Then, as he stood with an expression of passive amazement on his face, the rapid feet
came to the door of the dressing-room and that too was locked. Kemp slapped his brow
with his hand. "Am I dreaming? Has the world gone mad -- or have I?"
He laughed, and put his hand to the locked door. "Barred out of my own bedroom, by
a flagrant absurdity!" he said.
He walked to the head of the staircase, turned, and stared at the locked doors. "It's
fact," he said. He put his fingers to his slightly bruised neck. "Undeniable fact."
"But -- "
He shook his head hopelessly, turned, and went downstairs.
 
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