The Hunter Hunted

           Mr.Heelas,Mr.Kemp'snearestneighbouramongthevillaholders,wasasleepinhissummerhousewhenthesiegeofKemp'shousebegan. Mr.Heelaswasoneofthesturdyminoritywhorefusedtobelieve"inallthisnonsense"aboutanInvisibleMan. Hiswife,however,ashewassubsequentlytobereminded,did. Heinsisteduponwalkingabouthisgardenjustasifnothingwasthematter,andhewenttosleepintheafternooninaccordancewiththecustomofyears. Hesleptthroughthesmashingofthewindows,andthenwokeupsuddenlywithacuriouspersuasionofsomethingwrong. HelookedacrossatKemp'shouse,rubbedhiseyesandlookedagain. Thenheputhisfeettotheground,andsatlistening.Hesaidhewasdamned,butstillthestrangethingwasvisible. Thehouselookedasthoughithadbeendesertedforweeks—afteraviolentriot. Everywindowwasbroken,andeverywindow,savethoseofthebelvederestudy,wasblindedbytheinternalshutters. 

           "Icouldhaveswornitwasallright"—helookedathiswatch—"twentyminutesago." 

           Hebecameawareofameasuredconcussionandtheclashofglass,farawayinthedistance. Andthen,ashesatopen-mouthed,cameastillmorewonderfulthing. Theshuttersofthedrawing-roomwindowwereflungopenviolently,andthehousemaidinheroutdoorhatandgarments,appearedstrugglinginafranticmannertothrowupthesash. Suddenlyamanappearedbesideher,helpingher—Dr.Kemp!