“Here you are,” said the barman. “Come in here.” And he held up the flap of the bar.

Mr. Marvel rushed behind the bar as the summons outside was repeated. “Don’t open the door,” he screamed. “ Please don’t open the door. Where shall I hide?”

“This, this invisible man, then?” asked the man with the black beard, with one hand behind him. “I guess it’s about time we saw him.”