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 "This blessed gift of smoking!" he said, and puffed vigorously. "I 'm lucky to have fallen upon you, Kemp. You must help me. Fancy tumbling on you just now! I 'm in a devilish scrape. I 've been mad, I think. The things I have been through! But we will do things yet. Let me tell you —"

He helped himself to more whiskey and soda. Kemp got up, looked about him, and fetched himself a glass from his spare room. "It 's wild—but I suppose I may drink."

"You haven't changed much, Kemp, these dozen years. You fair men don't. Cool and methodical—after the first collapse. I must tell you. We will work together!"

"But how was it all done?" said Kemp, "and how did you get like this?"

"For God's sake, let me smoke in peace for a little while! And then I will begin to tell you."

But the story was not told that night. The Invisible Man's wrist was growing painful, he was feverish, exhausted, and his mind came round to brood upon his chase down the hill and the struggle about the inn. He spoke in