"What's this?" came an angry voice

"What's this?" came an angry voice from above the collar of the figure.
"You're a strange person," said Jaffers, "but head or no head I'll have to arrest you." And he produced a pair of handcuffs. At the next moment the stranger's gloves came off and dropped on the floor. He ran his arm down his waistcoat, and the buttons to which his empty sleeves pointed, became undone. Then he bent down and began doing something with his shoes and socks.
"Why!" said Jaffers, "that's no man at all. It's just empty clothes. Look!" He held out his hand and it seemed to meet something in the air.
"Can't you be more careful? You might have hurt my eye," said the angry voice. "As a matter of f act, I'm invisible. It's strange, perhaps, but it's not a crime."
"I've got my instructions –" Jaffers said holding his handcuffs ready.
"Well," said the stranger, "I'll come. But no handcuffs."
"Pardon me, but – Suddenly the figure sat down. Before anyone could realise what was happening, the shoes, socks and trousers had been kicked of f under the table. Then the stranger jumped up and threw off his coat.
"Hold him," cried Jaffers, "once he gets the things off –" There was a rush at the white shirt which was fluttering in the air. Jaffers grasped at it, and only helped to pull it off.
"You could have held him faster," one of the men said to the policeman, "why did you let him go?" "Here he is!" another man cried out. The struggling crowd was moving down the stairs and towards the house door.
I got him!" shouted Jaffers. He held fast his unseen enemy, he must have been hit suddenly as he cried out with pain and fell heavily on the ground. There were excited cries of "hold him!" "Invisible!" Half way across the road a woman screamed as something pushed by her. A dog must have been kicked by an invisible foot as it ran howling into the yard nearby. And the invisible man was gone forever from Iping.