The Invisible Man Page #4

him hammering, packing everything up.

- Here's something, Kemp.

- What is it?

- Bad news?

- It's only a rough note.

A list of chemicals,

and the last on the list is monocane.

Monocane? What is monocane?

- Monocane's a terrible drug.

- I never heard of it.

You wouldn't, Kemp. It's never used now.

I didn't know it was even made.

It's a drug that's made from

a flower that's grown in India.

It draws colour

from everything it touches.

Years ago they tried it for bleaching cloth.

They gave it up because

it destroyed the material.

- That doesn't sound very terrible.

- I know, but it does something else.

It was tried out on some poor animal -

a dog, I believe.

It was injected under the skin,

and it turned the dog dead white,

like a marble statue.

- Is that so?

- Yes, and it also sent it raving mad.

You surely don't think...?

I only pray to God that Griffin hasn't

been meddling with this ghastly stuff.

- He'd never touch a thing with madness.

- He might not know.

I found that experiment

in an old German book just by chance.

The English books only describe

the bleaching power.

- What are we going to do?

- Tell the police that Griffin's disappeared.

But only that he's disappeared.

I put you on your honour, Kemp,

not to breathe a word of this to anyone.

- Shall I go with you?

- It's all right, Kemp.

I'll go tonight,

when Inspector Lane's on duty.

I'll run along back home, then.

- Good night.

- Good night, Kemp.

(piano music on radio)

(radio) This is the national station

broadcasting this evening's news.

Remarkable story from country village.

Police and doctors

are investigating a story

told this afternoon by

the people of the village of lping.

A mysterious disease has broken out

infecting many of the inhabitants.

It takes the form of a delusion that

an invisible man is living among them.

Several people have been

seriously injured,

probably through fiighting, in their belief

that their opponent is an invisible man.

The whole village is

in a state of panic and everyone...

Everyone deserves the fate

that's coming to them.

Panic, death, things worse than death.

Don't be afraid, Kemp.

It's me - Griffin. Jack Griffin.

How are you, my friend?

Brrr! I'm frozen with cold.

Dead tired. Thank God for a fire.

(gasps)

Sit down, you fool.

Let's have a decent fire.

D'you hear me? Sit down, unless

you want me to knock your brains out.

Sit down!

I want you to listen carefully, Kemp.

I've been through hell today.

I want food and sleep, but before

we sleep, there's work to do.

May I have a cigarette?

You always were

a dirty little coward, Kemp.

You're frightened

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