The Strange Man's Arrival

: The Invisible Man

The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a

biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over

the down, walking from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a

little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped

up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every

inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled

itself against his sho
lders and chest, and added a white crest to

the burden he carried. He staggered into the "Coach and Horses" more

dead than alive, and flung his portmanteau down. "A fire," he cried,

"in the name of human charity! A room and a fire!" He stamped and

shook the snow from off himself in the bar, and followed Mrs. Hall

into her guest parlour to strike his bargain. And with that much

introduction, that and a couple of sovereigns flung upon the table,

he took up his quarters in the inn.



Mrs. Hall lit the fire and left him there while she went to prepare

him a meal with her own hands. A guest to stop at Iping in the

wintertime was an unheard-of piece of luck, let alone a guest who

was no "haggler," and she was resolved to show herself worthy of her

good fortune. As soon as the bacon was well under way, and Millie,

her lymphatic aid, had been brisked up a bit by a few deftly chosen

expressions of contempt, she carried the cloth, plates, and glasses

into the parlour and began to lay them with the utmost eclat.

Although the fire was burning up briskly, she was surprised to see

that her visitor still wore his hat and coat, standing with his back

to her and staring out of the window at the falling snow in the yard.

His gloved hands were clasped behind him, and he seemed to be lost

in thought. She noticed that the melting snow that still sprinkled

his shoulders dripped upon her carpet. "Can I take your hat and coat,

sir?" she said, "and give them a good dry in the kitchen?"



"No," he said without turning.



She was not sure she had heard him, and was about to repeat her

question.



He turned his head and looked at her over his shoulder. "I prefer to

keep them on," he said with emphasis, and she noticed that he wore

big blue spectacles with sidelights, and had a bush side-whisker

over his coat-collar that completely hid his cheeks and face.



"Very well, sir," she said. "As you like. In a bit the room will

be warmer."



He made no answer, and had turned his face away from her again, and

Mrs. Hall, feeling that her conversational advances were ill-timed,

laid the rest of the table things in a quick staccato and whisked

out of the room. When she returned he was still standing there, like

a man of stone, his back hunched, his collar turned up, his dripping

hat-brim turned down, hiding his face and ears completely. She put

down the eggs and bacon with considerable emphasis, and called

rather than said to him, "Your lunch is served, sir."



"Thank you," he said at the same time, and did not stir until she

was closing the door. Then he swung round and approached the table

with a certain eager quickness.



As she went behind the bar to the kitchen she heard a sound repeated

at regular intervals. Chirk, chirk, chirk, it went, the sound of a

spoon being rapidly whisked round a basin. "That girl!" she said.

"There! I clean forgot it. It's her being so long!" And while she

herself finished mixing the mustard, she gave Millie a few verbal

stabs for her excessive slowness. She had cooked the ham and eggs,

laid the table, and done everything, while Millie (help indeed!) had

only succeeded in delaying the mustard. And him a new guest and

wanting to stay! Then she filled the mustard pot, and, putting it

with a certain stateliness upon a gold and black tea-tray, carried

it into the parlour.



She rapped and entered promptly. As she did so her visitor moved

quickly, so that she got but a glimpse of a white object disappearing

behind the table. It would seem he was picking something from the

floor. She rapped down the mustard pot on the table, and then she

noticed the overcoat and hat had been taken off and put over a chair

in front of the fire, and a pair of wet boots threatened rust to her

steel fender. She went to these things resolutely. "I suppose I may

have them to dry now," she said in a voice that brooked no denial.



"Leave the hat," said her visitor, in a muffled voice, and turning

she saw he had raised his head and was sitting and looking at her.



For a moment she stood gaping at him, too surprised to speak.



He held a white cloth--it was a serviette he had brought with

him--over the lower part of his face, so that his mouth and jaws

were completely hidden, and that was the reason of his muffled

voice. But it was not that which startled Mrs. Hall. It was the fact

that all his forehead above his blue glasses was covered by a white

bandage, and that another covered his ears, leaving not a scrap of

his face exposed excepting only his pink, peaked nose. It was bright,

pink, and shiny just as it had been at first. He wore a dark-brown

velvet jacket with a high, black, linen-lined collar turned up about

his neck. The thick black hair, escaping as it could below and

between the cross bandages, projected in curious tails and horns,

giving him the strangest appearance conceivable. This muffled and

bandaged head was so unlike what she had anticipated, that for a

moment she was rigid.



He did not remove the serviette, but remained holding it, as she

saw now, with a brown gloved hand, and regarding her with his

inscrutable blue glasses. "Leave the hat," he said, speaking very

distinctly through the white cloth.



Her nerves began to recover from the shock they had received. She

placed the hat on the chair again by the fire. "I didn't know, sir,"

she began, "that--" and she stopped embarrassed.



"Thank you," he said drily, glancing from her to the door and then

at her again.



"I'll have them nicely dried, sir, at once," she said, and carried

his clothes out of the room. She glanced at his white-swathed head

and blue goggles again as she was going out of the door; but his

napkin was still in front of his face. She shivered a little as she

closed the door behind her, and her face was eloquent of her surprise

and perplexity. "I never," she whispered. "There!" She went quite

softly to the kitchen, and was too preoccupied to ask Millie what

she was messing about with now, when she got there.



The visitor sat and listened to her retreating feet. He glanced

inquiringly at the window before he removed his serviette, and

resumed his meal. He took a mouthful, glanced suspiciously at the

window, took another mouthful, then rose and, taking the serviette

in his hand, walked across the room and pulled the blind down to

the top of the white muslin that obscured the lower panes. This

left the room in a twilight. This done, he returned with an easier

air to the table and his meal.



"The poor soul's had an accident or an op'ration or somethin'," said

Mrs. Hall. "What a turn them bandages did give me, to be sure!"



She put on some more coal, unfolded the clothes-horse, and extended

the traveller's coat upon this. "And they goggles! Why, he looked

more like a divin' helmet than a human man!" She hung his muffler

on a corner of the horse. "And holding that handkerchief over his

mouth all the time. Talkin' through it! ... Perhaps his mouth was

hurt too--maybe."



She turned round, as one who suddenly remembers. "Bless my soul

alive!" she said, going off at a tangent; "ain't you done them

taters yet, Millie?"



When Mrs. Hall went to clear away the stranger's lunch, her idea

that his mouth must also have been cut or disfigured in the accident

she supposed him to have suffered, was confirmed, for he was smoking

a pipe, and all the time that she was in the room he never loosened

the silk muffler he had wrapped round the lower part of his face to

put the mouthpiece to his lips. Yet it was not forgetfulness, for

she saw he glanced at it as it smouldered out. He sat in the corner

with his back to the window-blind and spoke now, having eaten and

drunk and being comfortably warmed through, with less aggressive

brevity than before. The reflection of the fire lent a kind of red

animation to his big spectacles they had lacked hitherto.



"I have some luggage," he said, "at Bramblehurst station," and he

asked her how he could have it sent. He bowed his bandaged head

quite politely in acknowledgment of her explanation. "To-morrow?" he

said. "There is no speedier delivery?" and seemed quite disappointed

when she answered, "No." Was she quite sure? No man with a trap who

would go over?



Mrs. Hall, nothing loath, answered his questions and developed a

conversation. "It's a steep road by the down, sir," she said in

answer to the question about a trap; and then, snatching at an

opening, said, "It was there a carriage was upsettled, a year ago

and more. A gentleman killed, besides his coachman. Accidents, sir,

happen in a moment, don't they?"



But the visitor was not to be drawn so easily. "They do," he said

through his muffler, eyeing her quietly through his impenetrable

glasses.



"But they take long enough to get well, don't they? ... There was

my sister's son, Tom, jest cut his arm with a scythe, tumbled on it

in the 'ayfield, and, bless me! he was three months tied up sir.

You'd hardly believe it. It's regular given me a dread of a scythe,

sir."



"I can quite understand that," said the visitor.



"He was afraid, one time, that he'd have to have an op'ration--he

was that bad, sir."



The visitor laughed abruptly, a bark of a laugh that he seemed to

bite and kill in his mouth. "Was he?" he said.



"He was, sir. And no laughing matter to them as had the doing for

him, as I had--my sister being took up with her little ones so

much. There was bandages to do, sir, and bandages to undo. So that

if I may make so bold as to say it, sir--"



"Will you get me some matches?" said the visitor, quite abruptly.

"My pipe is out."



Mrs. Hall was pulled up suddenly. It was certainly rude of him,

after telling him all she had done. She gasped at him for a moment,

and remembered the two sovereigns. She went for the matches.



"Thanks," he said concisely, as she put them down, and turned his

shoulder upon her and stared out of the window again. It was

altogether too discouraging. Evidently he was sensitive on the

topic of operations and bandages. She did not "make so bold as to

say," however, after all. But his snubbing way had irritated her,

and Millie had a hot time of it that afternoon.



The visitor remained in the parlour until four o'clock, without

giving the ghost of an excuse for an intrusion. For the most part

he was quite still during that time; it would seem he sat in the

growing darkness smoking in the firelight--perhaps dozing.



Once or twice a curious listener might have heard him at the coals,

and for the space of five minutes he was audible pacing the room.

He seemed to be talking to himself. Then the armchair creaked as

he sat down again.



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