“I’m dashed!” he said. “If this don’t beat cockfighting! Most remarkable!⁠—And there I can see a rabbit clean through you, ’arf a mile away! Not a bit of you visible⁠—except⁠—”

He scrutinised the apparently empty space keenly. “You ’aven’t been eatin’ bread and cheese?” he asked, holding the invisible arm.

“You’re quite right, and it’s not quite assimilated into the system.”

“Ah!” said Mr. Marvel. “Sort of ghostly, though.”

“Of course, all this isn’t half so wonderful as you think.”