The door was pushed open, and Marvel, crying, his hat gone, the neck of his coat torn open, rushed in and tried to shut the door. It was held half open by a door-stop. 'Coming!' he cried, his voice cracked with terror. 'He's coming. The Invisible Man! After me. Help! Help! Help!' 'Shut the doors,' said the policeman. 'Who's coming? What's the matter?' He went to the door and removed the door-stop, and the door shut with a bang. The man with the beard closed the other door. 'Let me hide,' said Marvel, with tears running down his face. 'Let me hide. Lock me in somewhere. I tell you he's after me. I escaped. He said he'd kill me, and he will.' 'You're safe,' said the man with the black beard. 'The door's shut. What's it all about?' 'Let me hide,' said Marvel, and cried aloud as a blow suddenly made the locked door shake. The blow was followed by a hurried knocking and a shouting outside. 'Hello,' cried the policeman, 'who's there?' 'He'll kill me,' shouted Mr Marvel, 'he's got a knife or something. Don't open the door. Please don't open the door. Where shall I hide?' 'Is this the Invisible Man, then?' asked the black-bearded man, with one hand behind him. 'I think it's about time we saw him.' The window of the inn was suddenly broken in, and there were shouts, and people running about in the street. The policeman had been standing on a chair, looking out of the window to see who was at the door. He got down. 'That's who it is,' he said. The barman stood in front of the parlour door, where Mr Marvel was now locked in, and stared at the broken window. Then he came round to the two other men. Everything was suddenly quiet. 'I wish I had my stick,' said the policeman. 'If we open the door, he'll come in. Nothing can stop him.'