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In Drury Lane
"Yes—stunnedhim—ashewasgoingdownstairs. Hithimfrombehindwithastoolthatstoodonthelanding. Hewentdownstairslikeabagofoldboots."
"But—Isay!Thecommonconventionsofhumanity—"
"Areallverywellforcommonpeople. Butthepointwas,Kemp,thatIhadtogetoutofthathouseinadisguisewithouthisseeingme. Icouldn'tthinkofanyotherwayofdoingit. AndthenIgaggedhimwithaLouisQuatorzevestandtiedhimupinasheet."
"Tiedhimupinasheet!"
"Madeasortofbagofit. Itwasratheragoodideatokeeptheidiotscaredandquiet,andadevilishhardthingtogetoutof—headawayfromthestring. MydearKemp,it'snogoodyoursittingglaringasthoughIwasamurderer.Ithadtobedone. Hehadhisrevolver. Ifoncehesawmehewouldbeabletodescribeme—"
"Butstill,"saidKemp,"inEngland—to-day. Andthemanwasinhisownhouse,andyouwere—well,robbing."
"Robbing!Confoundit!You'llcallmeathiefnext! Surely,Kemp,you'renotfoolenoughtodanceontheoldstrings. Can'tyouseemyposition?"
"Andhistoo,"saidKemp.
TheInvisibleManstoodupsharply. "Whatdoyoumeantosay?"
Kemp'sfacegrewatriflehard. Hewasabouttospeakandcheckedhimself. "Isuppose,afterall,"hesaidwithasuddenchangeofmanner,"thethinghadtobedone.Youwereinafix.Butstill—"
