“I am confused,” said Kemp. “My brain is rioting. What has this to do with Griffin?”

“I am Griffin.”

Kemp thought. “It’s horrible,” he said. “But what devilry must happen to make a man invisible?”

“It’s no devilry. It’s a process, sane and intelligible enough⁠—”

“It’s horrible!” said Kemp. “How on earth⁠—?”

“It’s horrible enough. But I’m wounded and in pain, and tired⁠ ⁠… Great god! Kemp, you are a man. Take it steady. Give me some food and drink, and let me sit down here.”