g of the oddest possibilities of intercommunication in the future, of spending an intercalary five minutes on the other side of the world, or being watched in our most

, where the balances are, writing up some notes. The thunderstorm had completely upset my work, of course. It was just after one of the louder peals that I thought I heard some glass smash in the other room. I stopped writing, and turned round to listen. For a moment I hear

clawing out at something invisible a yard in front of his face. He put out his hand, slowly, rather hesitatingly, and then clutched nothing. "What's come to it?" he said. He held up his hands to his face, fingers spr

oked over me and at me and on either side of me, without the slightest sign of seeing me. "Waves," he said; "and

his feet the shattered remains of the best of our electromete

y are you, Bellows?" He suddenly came staggering towards me. "The damned stuff cuts like butter," he s

on," said I, "what on

very direction. "I could

ow yourself like

n his arm. I never saw a man more startled in my life. He jumped away from me, and came round into an

ws. Confound

wildly. "Here! I'm off." He suddenly turned and ran headlong into the big electro-magnet-so violently that, as we found afterwards, he bruised his shoulder and jawbone cruelly. At that he stepped back a pace, an

nd fairly scared. "Davidson,

before. I repeated my words in as clear and as firm a t

ou see i

ven see it's myself. W

I, "in the

hand to his forehead. "I was in the laboratory-till that fl

said I. "Do be se

both dead. But the rummy part is I feel just as though I still had a body. Don't get used to it all

the laboratory, blundering about. You've just smashed a

es. "I must be deaf," said he. "They've fired a gun, for

ave a sort of invisible bodies," said he. "By Jove! there's a boat coming round

"Davidson," I c