He ate with gaps of thought. Finally he struck the table sharply. “We will have him!” he said; “and I am the bait. He will come too far.”

He went up to the belvedere, carefully shutting every door after him. “It’s a game,” he said, “an odd game⁠—but the chances are all for me, Mr. Griffin, in spite of your invisibility. Griffin contra mundum ⁠ ⁠… with a vengeance.”

He stood at the window staring at the hot hillside. “He must get food every day⁠—and I don’t envy him. Did he really sleep last night? Out in the open somewhere⁠—secure from collisions. I wish we could get some good cold wet weather instead of the heat.

“He may be watching me now.”

He went close to the window. Something rapped smartly against the brickwork over the frame, and made him start violently back.