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The Siege of Kemp’s House
Heheardthedining-roomwindowopen,andaquickrushoffeetwithin. Hiscompanionrolledoverandsatup,withthebloodrunningdownbetweenhiseyeandear. "Whereishe?"askedthemanonthefloor.
"Don'tknow.I'vehithim.He'sstandingsomewhereinthehall.Unlesshe'sslippedpastyou.DoctorKemp—sir."
Pause.
"DoctorKemp,"criedthepolicemanagain.
Thesecondpolicemanbeganstrugglingtohisfeet. Hestoodup. Suddenlythefaintpadofbarefeetonthekitchenstairscouldbeheard. "Yap!"criedthefirstpoliceman,andincontinentlyflunghispoker.Itsmashedalittlegasbracket.
HemadeasifhewouldpursuetheInvisibleMandownstairs.Thenhethoughtbetterofitandsteppedintothedining-room.
"DoctorKemp—"hebegan,andstoppedshort.
"DoctorKemp'sahero,"hesaid,ashiscompanionlookedoverhisshoulder.
Thedining-roomwindowwaswideopen,andneitherhousemaidnorKempwastobeseen.
Thesecondpoliceman'sopinionofKempwasterseandvivid.
