deformity! Got a cork arm, I suppose, and has taken it off. Then, I

thought, there's something odd in that. What the devil keeps that

sleeve up and open, if there's nothing in it? There was nothing in

it, I tell you. Nothing down it, right down to the joint. I could

see right down it to the elbow, and there was a glimmer of light

shining through a tear of the cloth. 'Good God!' I said. Then he

stopped. Stared at me with those black goggles of his, and then

at his sleeve."

Well?"

That's all. He never said a word; just glared, and put his sleeve

back in his pocket quickly. 'I was saying,' said he, 'that there

was the prescription burning, wasn't I?' Interrogative cough.

How the devil,' said I, 'can you move an empty sleeve like that?'

Empty sleeve?' 'Yes,' said I, 'an empty sleeve.'

'It's an empty sleeve, is it? You saw it was an empty sleeve?' He

stood up right away. I stood up too. He came towards me in three

very slow steps, and stood quite close. Sniffed venomously. I

didn't flinch, though I'm hanged if that bandaged knob of his, and

those blinkers, aren't enough to unnerve any one, coming quietly

up to you.

"'You said it was an empty sleeve?' he said. 'Certainly,' I said.

At staring and saying nothing a barefaced man, unspectacled, starts

The Invisible Man