"All right," said the intruder, as it seemed, in a low voice curiously different from the huskiness of its first inquiry. "Right you are," said the intruder in the former voice. "Stand clear!" and he vanished and closed the door.
"A sailor, I should judge," said Mr. Bunting. "Amusing fellows they are. Stand clear! indeed. A nautical term referring to his getting back out of the room, I suppose."
"I daresay so," said Cuss. "My nerves are all loose to-day. It quite made me jump—the door opening like that."
Mr. Bunting smiled as if he had not jumped. "And now," he said with a sigh, "these books."
"One minute," said Cuss, and went and locked the door. "Now I think we are safe from interruption."
Some one sniffed as he did so.
"One thing is indisputable," said Bunting, drawing up a chair next to that of Cuss. "There certainly have been very strange things happen in Iping during the last few days—very strange. I cannot of course believe in this absurd invisibility story———"
"It's incredible," said Cuss, "—incredible. But the fact remains that I saw—I certainly saw right down his sleeve———"
"But did you—are you sure? Suppose a mirror, for instance, —hallucinations are so easily produced. I don't know if you have ever seen a really good conjuror———"
"I won't argue again," said Cuss. "We've thrashed that out, Bunting. And just now there's these books
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