that will be that.'
'Please, Robert,' David said. 'Our future hangs on this. Robert, Martin, you've always been dear friends, you know how
'Put his spin on it,' Robert suggested.
'If you like,' Peter said, who would have agreed with anybody about anything at that point.
Well. It was easy to refuse Peter, no problem, but everybody had always found it hard to refuse David, so it was finally agreed, with great reluctance, that no one would tell the new arrivals anything about the invisible man before Peter stood up and made his general announcement.
And that, a few hours later, was what he did: 'Thank you, Robert, thank you, Martin. Thank you for a lovely weekend, as usual, for charming and exciting guests, for a dinner that we already know is going to be superb. And thank you both for being so understanding and sympathetic and forgiving about an experiment that went so very very wrong.'
Peter sipped his vodka. There was so little grapefruit juice in it by now it looked pretty much like the invisible man himself. Peter went on: 'You all saw that horrible destruction outside, when you came in.'
They had. The murmuring the last half hour had been about nothing else, with those privy to the story merely giggling or sighing or shaking their heads, saying only, 'We promised to let Peter tell.'
So here it came: 'As most of you know, David and I are scientific researchers, and skin cancer, melanoma, is the area of our research. An experiment on a willing — and I must emphasize
Everybody looked around. Can't see whom? So what?
Robert called out, 'Say the word, Peter, say the goddam word!'
'Oh, all right!' Peter cried, and finished his vodka, and announced, 'He's invisible! All right? He came here because he knew
'Peter,' David interrupted, 'I don't think one person can be a cohort.'
The newcomers were wide-eyed, disbelieving, asking quick whispered questions, getting quick whispered answers, yes, yes, it's true, it's all true, an invisible man, in
Peter drank from his empty vodka glass, rolled his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, 'This man, this Freddie, is invisible. Yes, he is. He was here, and now he's gone away, we don't know where, we
'Oh, yes, we do!' David cried.
'— but we can't, and he's probably gone for good, and we're just so sorry that Robert and Martin's beautiful house and beautiful grounds were just so
Peter was floundering by now, which Martin saw and understood, so he got to his feet and stood in front of Peter, faced the openmouthed guests, and said, 'Peter and David asked if they could invite this person here, this man who'd been a volunteer in their experiment and was turned invisible, and we said yes, of course, because
Not one word was said, on any other topic, the entire weekend.
'A fantastic weekend,' David said, on Sunday afternoon, as he shook Robert's hand and then Martin's, out by the cars in the sunshine. 'You rose to the emergency
'And so did you, David,' Martin assured him. 'And Peter, too.'
Robert, with a gruff and hearty false laugh, said, 'The landscaping was due for a makeover anyway. You get tired of the same old fountains.'
Peter said, 'We still feel terrible about the whole thing. You two have always been such dear friends, I'd hate to think of something like this coming between us.'
Martin, with his sweetest smile, said, 'Peter, please, don't think another thing about it.'
Smiles; air-kisses; waving farewells. Peter and David climbed into the red Ford Taurus, which seemed smaller and nastier than on Friday, in a more garish and plebeian red. In silent misery, they put on their yachting caps.
David was driving, for the return to the city. He steered out to Quarantine Road, made the turn, and Peter said, 'That Martin. What a slimy creep he is. Nurse Martin indeed. Did you hear him? At least Robert comes out and tells you what he thinks.'
'No, he doesn't,' David said.
'You know what I mean. 'Don't think another thing about it,'' he simpered, mimicking Martin. 'You know what
David sighed, but saw no point in discussing their ouster from Eden any further. They were on County Route 14 now, and he looked at the remains of a bicycle by the side of the road; it must have been in a truly ghastly accident. I'd hate to have been riding
'And now the story's out,' Peter complained.
'Oh, not really,' David said. 'That part doesn't worry me. Already it's just an anecdote. People who weren't there won't really believe it, they'll think it's just another of those urban legend things.'
Peter brooded. 'I'd like to see that Freddie now,' he growled.
David sighed. 'Well, that's the problem in a nutshell, isn't it?' he asked.
48
Sunday afternoon. No more stalling. It was time to leave. 'Freddie,' Peg said, looking mournfully at Frankenstein's monster, 'I wish you'd chosen another head.'
'This didn't seem like anybody else's moment, Peg.'
She should have left here yesterday, after she'd done the test spin with Freddie in the green Hornet and he'd pronounced himself pleasantly surprised with its comfort and handling. But somehow neither of them could permit it to end there, just like that. They stood on the driveway blacktop beside the new car, Freddie at that time, yesterday, still in his Dick Tracy mode, and they hemmed and hawed together for a while, and at last Freddie said, 'I have a little idea, Peg. Come on to the pool.'
'What for? I've
'Just come along, okay?'
His Playtex hand took her hand, and she allowed him to lead her around the house and up the slope to the pool, where he carefully closed the door in the fence and said, 'Come on
He laughed, as he peeled off his own clothing. 'You don't need a
That was so strange, to watch him disappear like that, to watch a complete human being turn into nothing more than a pile of clothing on the deck. Then there was a giant splash as he cannonballed into the water, and there it was, the ghost dolphin again, coursing through the pool.
'Come on in, Peg!'
It was along the lines of a last request, after all, she told herself, so she decided to go along with it, stepping