“There’s a story,” said the mariner, fixing Mr. Marvel with an eye that was firm and deliberate; “there’s a story about an invisible man, for instance.”

Mr. Marvel pulled his mouth askew and scratched his cheek and felt his ears glowing. “What will they be writing next?” he asked faintly. “ Ostria , or America ?”

“Neither,” said the mariner. “ Here. ”

“Lord!” said Mr. Marvel, starting.