It hung limp for a moment in mid-air, fluttered weirdly, stood full and decorous buttoning itself, and sat down in his chair.
"Drawers, socks, slippers would be a comfort," said the Unseen, curtly.
"And food."
"Anything.
But this is the insanest thing I ever was in, in my life!"
He turned out his drawers for the articles, and then went downstairs to ransack his larder.
He came back with some cold cutlets and bread, pulled up a light table, and placed them before his guest.
"Never mind knives," said his visitor, and a cutlet hung in mid-air, with a sound of gnawing. "Invisible!" said Kemp, and sat down on a bedroom chair.
"I always like to get something about me before I eat," said the Invisible Man, with a full mouth, eating greedily.
"Queer fancy!"
"I suppose that wrist is all right," said Kemp.
"Trust me," said the Invisible Man.
"Of all the strange and wonderful—"
"Exactly.
But it's odd I should blunder into your house to get my bandaging.
My first stroke of luck!
Anyhow I meant to sleep in this house to-night.
You must stand that!
It's a filthy nuisance, my blood showing, isn't it?
Quite a clot over there.
Gets visible as it coagulates, I see.
It's only the living tissue I've changed, and only for as long as I'm alive… . I've been in the house three hours."
"But how's it done?" began Kemp, in a tone of exasperation.
"Confound it!
The whole business—it's unreasonable from beginning to end."
"Quite reasonable," said the Invisible Man.
"Perfectly reasonable."
He reached over and secured the whiskey bottle.
Kemp stared at the devouring dressing gown.
A ray of candle-light penetrating a torn patch in the right shoulder, made a triangle of light under the left ribs.
"What were the shots?" he asked.
"How did the shooting begin?"
"There was a real fool of a man—a sort of confederate of mine—curse him!—who tried to steal my money.
Has done so."
"Is he invisible too?"
"No."
"Well?"
"Can't I have some more to eat before I tell you all that?
I'm hungry—in pain.
And you want me to tell stories!"
Kemp got up.
"You didn't do any shooting?" he asked.
"Not me," said his visitor.
"Some fool I'd never seen fired at random.
A lot of them got scared.
They all got scared at me.
Curse them!—I say—I want more to eat than this, Kemp."
"I'll see what there is to eat downstairs," said Kemp.
"Not much, I'm afraid."
After he had done eating, and he made a heavy meal, the Invisible Man demanded a cigar.