Человек-невидимка / The Invisible Man + аудиоприложение - стр. 28
“That’s true,” said Mr. Marvel. He eyed his interlocutor.
“There are some extraordinary things in newspapers, for example,” said the mariner.
“There are.”
“In this newspaper,” said the mariner.
“Ah!” said Mr. Marvel.
“There’s a story,” said the mariner, fixing Mr. Marvel with an eye that was firm and deliberate; “there’s a story about an Invisible Man, for instance.”
Mr. Marvel scratched his cheek and felt his ears glowing.
“What will they be writing next?” he asked faintly. “Australia or America?”
“Neither,” said the mariner. “Here.”
“Lord!” said Mr. Marvel, starting.
“When I say here,” said the mariner, to Mr. Marvel’s intense relief, “I don’t of course mean here in this place, I mean hereabouts.”
“An Invisible Man!” said Mr. Marvel. “And what does he do?”
“Everything,” said the mariner, controlling Marvel with his eye, and then amplifying, “every-thing.”
“I haven’t seen papers for four days,” said Marvel.
“He was at Iping,” said the mariner.
“Indeed!” said Mr. Marvel.
“He started there. And where he came from, nobody doesn’t seem to know. Here it is: ‘Peculiar Story from Iping.’ And it says in this paper that the evidence is extraordinary strong.”
“Lord!” said Mr. Marvel.
“Yes, it’s an extraordinary story. A clergyman and a doctor saw him, or to be exact, didn’t see him. He was staying, it says, at the ‘Coach and Horses,’ and no one was aware of his misfortune, until his bandages on his head were torn off. It was then observed that his head was invisible. They tried to catch him, but casting off his garments, he succeeded in escaping. And he had seriously wounded our constable, Mr. J. A. Jaffers. What a story, eh?”
“Lord!” said Mr. Marvel, looking nervously about him, trying to count the money in his pockets. “It sounds most astonishing.”
“Indeed! Extraordinary, I call it. I have never heard of Invisible Men before.”
“And that’s all what he did?” asked Marvel.
“It’s enough, isn’t it?” said the mariner.
“Did he go back to Iping?” asked Marvel. “Just escaped and that’s all, eh?”
“All!” said the mariner. “Why! Isn’t it enough?”
“Quite enough,” said Marvel.
“I should think it was enough,” said the mariner. “I should think so.”
“He didn’t have any pals-it doesn’t say he had any pals, does it?” asked Mr. Marvel, anxious.
“You want more of them?” asked the mariner. “No, thank Heaven, he didn’t.”
He nodded his head slowly.
“It makes me uncomfortable, the thought of that chap running about the country! He is free. And they say he may go to Port Stowe. Just think of the things he might do! Let’s suppose he wants to rob-who can prevent him? He can trespass, he can burgle, he could walk through a cordon of policemen! And wherever there was wine he liked-”