When Hall, Henfrey and the workmen ran out of the house, Mrs Hall had remained in the bar. Suddenly the parlour door was opened, Mr Cuss appeared and, without looking at her, rushed down the steps towards the corner of the street.
'Hold him!' he cried. 'Don't let him drop those books and clothes! You can see him so long as he holds them.'
He knew nothing of Marvel; for the Invisible Man had handed over was angry and determined, but there was something wrong with his clothes: he was wearing a tablecloth.