Человек-невидимка / The Invisible Man + аудиоприложение

Teddy Henfrey, entering, was confronted by this bandaged person.

“Good afternoon,” said the stranger, regarding him-as Mr. Henfrey says-”like a lobster.”

“I hope,” said Mr. Henfrey, “I won’t disturb you.”

“Not at all,” said the stranger. “Though, I understand,” he said turning to Mrs. Hall, “that this room is really to be mine for my own private use.”

“I thought, sir,” said Mrs. Hall, “you’d prefer the clock-”

“Certainly,” said the stranger, “certainly-but, as a rule, I like to be alone and undisturbed.

Mr. Henfrey had intended to apologise and withdraw, but this anticipation reassured him. The stranger turned round with his back to the fireplace and put his hands behind his back.

Mrs. Hall was about to leave the room, when her visitor asked her if she had made any arrangements about his boxes at Bramblehurst. She told him she had mentioned the matter to the postman, and that the carrier could bring them tomorrow.

“You are certain that is the earliest?” he said.

She was certain.

“I should explain,” he added, “what I was really too cold and fatigued to do it before, that I am an experimental investigator.”

“Indeed, sir,” said Mrs. Hall.

“And my baggage contains apparatus and appliances.”

“Very useful things indeed they are, sir,” said Mrs. Hall.

“And I’m very anxious to get on with my inquiries.”

“Of course, sir.”

“My reason for coming to Iping,” he proceeded, “was a desire for solitude.

“I thought so,” said Mrs. Hall to herself.

“-necessitates a retirement. My eyes are sometimes so weak and painful that I have to shut myself up in the dark for hours. Lock myself up. Sometimes. Not at present, certainly. So the stranger in the room is a source of excruciating annoyance to me-these things should be understood.”

“Certainly, sir,” said Mrs.

“I think, that is all,” said the stranger.

After Mrs. Hall had left the room, he remained standing in front of the fire, glaring at the clock-mending. Mr. Henfrey wanted to delay his departure and perhaps fall into conversation with the stranger. But the stranger stood perfectly silent and still. So still, it got on Henfrey’s nerves. He felt alone in the room and looked up, and there, grey and dim, was the bandaged head.