The Invisible Man's Revenge Page #6

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me friend Rob Griffin come back to life. "

The name is Field. Martin

Field. Well, whatever it is.

Well, I am pleased to see you're

living in a nice home like this, eh?

What, oh! Ooh! How do you do?

Say, you know, we ought to be as

cozy as a couple of bugs in a rug...

now that our troubles are over. Our trouble?

Mmm. Where do you come in?

Oh, Rob. I stuck by you when you were poor.

You don't think I'm going to

desert you, now you're rich.

I'll give you 50 pounds

and get out, understand?

Fifty pounds? Oh, what a shock.

And coming right on top of poor Dr. Drury...

being killed by an unknown hand.

Well, unknown by most.

Put two and two together, have you?

Yes.

Would you like to know

why Drury had to die? Yes.

I needed his blood to make

me visible again. Oh, no!

But it won't last, Herbert.

I'm going to need more.

Oh, yes? Who can we get? I know!

Look... Hey! Here, don't

look at me like that now.

I'm too small. I ain't got

enough red "corpuskles"...

in my blood to bait a mousetrap.

Well, what's the matter? What are you doing?

It's Drury's dog. Well, all right. So what?

Hey, you're trembling like a leaf, you know.

He's the only living thing I'm afraid of.

Afraid? You afraid? Oh,

what an horrid thought.

Look at me, I ain't afraid. That dog?

Why, I'd take him by the tail, pull it

out and hit him over the head with it.

You would? Yes. Why, I'd

strangle him with me bare hands.

Then do it, strangle him, poison him,

anything. I'll give you 500 pounds.

Oh, 500 pounds for a big

job like that? Oh, Rob!

I'll give you a thousand

if you kill him. A thousand.

Come here. Come here. Oh. Yes? Huh?

Take my coat. Let him smell

it. He'll follow you anywhere.

Don't worry. I'll follow him.

The job is done.

Uh, you mean you want it done now?

Certainly I want it done now.

Mark, how dreadful!

And you say the house was

completely burned to the ground?

Completely. There wasn't even a piece

of glass to get fingerprints from.

You mean, there weren't any clues?

Not one, Sir Jasper. The murderer

just sort of melted away.

Mark, stop being so literary. What

do you mean just "melted away"?

Just that. I think the

murderer was invisible.

Invisible? Who's invisible? Hello.

Hello, Julie. Hello, Field.

Will you have some lunch?

Yes, do. You hardly touched your breakfast.

Mark, this is my old friend Martin

Field. Mark Foster of the Courier.

Oh, yes. You're the chap who writes

those, uh... spook stories, aren't you?

If you want to call them that, yes.

It's a good line. People

love that sort of fantasy.

It's not fantasy. It's true.

Oh, come now, Mark.

I mean it. I've seen the invisible man.

Oh, Mark, how could you

possibly see the invisible man?

I saw him, I heard him...

Stick to your guns. That's the spirit.

Will you take wine or

beer, sir? Beer, Cleghorn.

Still, the idea offers some

practical difficulties, doesn't it?

I mean, well, what would

the invisible man eat?

Surely not filet of sole.

Spider webs, more likely.

Charming notion. Yes, isn't it?

Oh, and what would he drink?

Dew drops? Surely not beer.

I think he drinks blood. Mark.

What makes you say that?

Because Dr. Drury's body...

was drained of every last drop of blood.

How awful!

If you'll excuse me.

Sounds a bit like Dracula, doesn't it?

I mean, that sort of thing is out of date.

A transfusion would be more to the point.

What for? Perhaps to become visible again.

Say, that's an idea. But why

should he want to be visible?

Read your mythology, Miss Julie.

Even the gods want love.

And... And your invisible man,

let's say he has a need to

enjoy what other men enjoy.

You know, you're better at

this sort of thing than I am.

And then, the day of days,

he finds out how to do it.

Blood. Human blood. That's deliberate murder.

Why not?

What man who is truly

great would stop at that?

And there he is... visible again.

He has only to reach out

and take what he wants.

But will he stay visible?

It's a joke on him if he found himself

fading out, I mean, at some crucial moment.

There's always plenty of blood.

He can be visible or invisible.

Think of the power, the authority,

the finality of his slightest wish.

Why... Why, a man like

that could rock the world.

A knife slipped. -I cut my hand.

Let me get you something.

No, thanks.

I'll dress it.

He's quite pale.

Oh! You gave me quite a start.

Indeed, you did.

Oh, Norma.

Yes, sir?

Ask Mr. Foster to come up at

once, please. Yes, Mr. Field.

It's a purely personal matter. Speak

to him when you're alone, will you?

Yes, indeed, sir.

Oh, Mr. Foster. Mr. Field would

like to see you in his room.

Thank you, Norma.

Hello, Field. Are you here?

Hello, Field?

Hey, Field, are you down here?

I told you you'd find the

invisible man down here.

You can't get away, Foster. You're locked in,

and we're all alone where nobody can hear us.

You want the lights out, eh?

So I can't see you. Well, it won't work.

Hey, that wasn't even close.

You haven't a chance, Foster.

It would be easy to kill you,

But I've got to have your blood.

The joke's on you, Foster.

Your blood will make me visible,

and I'll marry Julie while...

while you rot in your grave.

It's no use, Foster.

I'm still here. Give me that.

I'm closing in on you, Foster.

You haven't got a chance.

You don't know where I am.

You can't fight what you can't see.

I might be in back of you.

I might be at your side.

Or I might be in front of you!

Up you come now.

That's it. Just the way I want you.

There you are. It won't take long,

and you'll never feel a thing.

Come on, give it here. Come on here with me.

Come 'ere! Come 'ere!

Hello, Travers. What brings

you here? Listen, Herrick.

Alf Prouty here tells me he picked up a

man last night near the scene of the murder.

Aye, and I set him right

down slap here at this door.

Is that the truth, Herrick? Why, yes.

You... You see, an old friend of mine...

Herrick, we shall have to see him.

Of course. Certainly.

Oh, Cleghorn, will you ask

Mr. Field to come in here...

What were you doing with Dr.

Drury's dog? Nothing. Nothing.

What do you mean nothing? Mr.

Griffin, he was afraid of him.

Griffin? I mean, Mr. Field.

Yes, but Mr. Field is not in his room.

What? He's not? Come

on, let's open this door.

He must be inside. Well, come

on, then. Let's break it down.

We have nothing more to

fear from the invisible man.

He's dead.

And judgment was passed on him...

by a higher court than ours.

He's taken Foster's blood

the same as he did Drury's.

But he's still alive. Come on, get

him out of here. Come on, Foster.

And then? Well, sir, he says to me,

"I'll make you as rich as Gresis. "

But, oh, did that tempt me? Yes, it did.

Oh, no, sir, no, Sir Frederick.

I was then and I am now unsullied.

May I go now, sir? No, wait a moment.

I wonder how he learned to become invisible.

From that old crank Dr. Drury, of course.

Their secret died with them

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