The Invisible Man
He came down the steps towards the tail of the cart.
As if to lay hands on the smaller crate.
They saw the dog's teeth had slipped the hand.
The stranger glanced swiftly at his torn glove.
He went straight upstairs.
The blind was down and the room dim.
There was a noise of hobnails on the bricks in the bar.
Suddenly the dog began growling again.
He felt alone in the room and looked up, and there, grey and dim, was the bandaged head and huge blue lenses staring fixedly, with a mist of green spots drifting in front of them.
It was all over; the stranger had resumed work.