"Yes, I think it will keep clear," said Angus, sitting down on a violet-striped Eastern ottoman.
stone's throw of your house is a fellow who badly wants your help; he's perpetually being haunted and threatened by an invisible enemy --a scoundrel whom nobody has even seen." As Angus proceeded to tell the whole tale of Smythe and Welkin, beginning with Laura's story, and going on with his own, the supernatural laugh at the corner of two empty streets, the strange distinct words spoken in an empty room, Flambeau grew more and more vividly concerned, and the little priest seemed to be left out of it, like a piece of furniture.
"Delighted," said Angus, rising also, "though he's safe enough for the present, for I've set four men to watch the only hole to his burrow."
As they threaded the steep side streets already powdered with silver, Angus finished his story; and by the time they reached the crescent with the towering flats, he had leisure to turn his attention to the four sentinels.
"God!" cried Angus involuntarily, "the Invisible Man!"
Angus looked round at the dim room full of dummies, and in some Celtic corner of his Scotch soul a shudder started.
But when Angus looked round for his fourth confirmation he could not see it, and called out with some nervousness, "Where is the policeman?"
"Well, we want him back pretty soon," said Angus abruptly, "for the wretched man upstairs has not only been murdered, but wiped out."
"I am pleased to hear it," said Angus with hearty irony.
"An invisible man?" inquired Angus, raising his red eyebrows.
"Why must there be somebody near her?" asked Angus.
"Reverend sir," cried Angus, standing still, "are you raving mad, or am I?"
John Turnbull Angus went back to the lady at the shop, with whom that imprudent young man contrives to be extremely comfortable.