The Invisible Man Loses His Temper

           Itisunavoidablethatatthispointthenarrativeshouldbreakoffagain,foracertainverypainfulreasonthatwillpresentlybeapparent. Whilethesethingsweregoingonintheparlour,andwhileMr.HuxterwaswatchingMr.Marvelsmokinghispipeagainstthegate,notadozenyardsawaywereMr.HallandTeddyHenfreydiscussinginastateofcloudypuzzlementtheoneIpingtopic. 

           Suddenlytherecameaviolentthudagainstthedooroftheparlour,asharpcry,andthen—silence. 

           "Hul-lo!"saidTeddyHenfrey. 

           "Hul-lo!"fromtheTap. 

           Mr.Halltookthingsinslowlybutsurely. "Thatain'tright,"hesaid,andcameroundfrombehindthebartowardstheparlourdoor. 

           HeandTeddyapproachedthedoortogether,withintentfaces. Theireyesconsidered. "Summatwrong,"saidHall,andHenfreynoddedagreement. Whiffsofanunpleasantchemicalodourmetthem,andtherewasamuffledsoundofconversation,veryrapidandsubdued. 

           "Youallrightthur?"askedHall,rapping. 

           Themutteredconversationceasedabruptly,foramomentsilence,thentheconversationwasresumed,inhissingwhispers,thenasharpcryof"No!no,youdon't!" Therecameasuddenmotionandtheoversettingofachair,abriefstruggle. Silenceagain. 

           "Whatthedooce?"exclaimedHenfrey,sottovoce.