him stop. There was blood on the handle of his door. He looked at his own hand. It was quite clean. Then he remembered that the door of his room had been open when he came down from his study, and that he had not touched the handle at all. He went straight into his bedroom, his face quite calm — perhaps a little more determined than usual .. . He looked at the bed. There was a pool of blood, and the sheet was torn. He had not noticed this when he had been in the room before. The other side of the bed looked as if someone had been lying on it. Then he seemed to hear a low voice say, 'Help me! — Kemp!' But Dr Kemp did not believe in 'voices'. He stood staring at the sheets. Was it really a voice? He looked around him again, and noticed nothing. But he clearly heard something move across the room. A strange feeling came over him. He closed the door of the room and came forward. Suddenly, with a shock, he saw a bloody bandage hanging in the air between him and the bed. He stared at it in surprise. It was an empty bandage — a bandage properly tied, but quite empty. He would have moved forward to take hold of it, but a touch stopped him and a voice spoke quite close to him. 'Kemp!' said the Voice. 'Eh!' said Kemp, with his mouth open. Said the Voice,'I'm an invisible man.' Kemp made no answer for a moment or two, but simply stared at the bandage. 'The Invisible Man?' he said at last. 'I'm an invisible man,' repeated the Voice. 'I thought it was a lie,' he said. 'Have you got a bandage on?' he asked. 'Yes,' said the Invisible Man. 'Oh!' said Kemp, and then,'I say! But this is nonsense. It's some trick.' He stepped forward suddenly, stretched out his hand towards the bandage and met invisible fingers.