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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 realize what was happening, the shoes, socks and trousers had been kicked off under the table. Then the stranger jumped up and threw off his coat.
"Hold him," cried Jaffers, "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. Many people were hit out of the air. The struggling crowd was moving down the stairs and towards the house door.
"I got him!" shouted Jaffers. He held his unseen enemy fast, but he must have been hit suddenly as he cried out with pain and fell heavily on the ground. There were excited cries "Hold him!", "Invisible!" Half way across the road a woman screamed as something pushed her. A dog must have been kicked by an invisible foot as it ran into the yard nearby. And the invisible man was gone forever from the town.
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