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Dr. Kemp’s Visitor
"It'shorrible!"saidKemp."Howonearth—?"
"It'shorribleenough.ButI'mwoundedandinpain,andtired... GreatGod!Kemp,youareaman.Takeitsteady. Givemesomefoodanddrink,andletmesitdownhere."
Kempstaredatthebandageasitmovedacrosstheroom,thensawabasketchairdraggedacrossthefloorandcometorestnearthebed. Itcreaked,andtheseatwasdepressedthequarterofaninchorso. Herubbedhiseyesandfelthisneckagain. "Thisbeatsghosts,"hesaid,andlaughedstupidly.
"That'sbetter.ThankHeaven,you'regettingsensible!"
"Orsilly,"saidKemp,andknuckledhiseyes.
"Givemesomewhiskey.I'mneardead."
"Itdidn'tfeelso.Whereareyou?IfIgetupshallIrunintoyou?There!allright.Whiskey?Here.WhereshallIgiveittoyou?"
ThechaircreakedandKempfelttheglassdrawnawayfromhim. Heletgobyaneffort;hisinstinctwasallagainstit. Itcametorestpoisedtwentyinchesabovethefrontedgeoftheseatofthechair. Hestaredatitininfiniteperplexity. "Thisis—thismustbe—hypnotism.Youhavesuggestedyouareinvisible."
"Nonsense,"saidtheVoice.
"It'sfrantic."
"Listentome."