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By: Anonymous he stranger arrived in Iping on a cold day in February, garbed head to foot in an ensemble that seemed to come straight from a theatrical wardrobe, complete with false nose. He took up residence in a private parlor at the Coach and Horses, and although he paid well and promptly, something about his demeanor seemed strangely amiss. He ate all of his meals alone, and he hinted at some sort of vague …

…before causing a good deal of havoc in Iping. Soon the papers are rolling off the presses with stories of the strange goings-on in Iping, even as the invisible man makes his way to Port Stowe. Stung by his treatment at the hands of the Iping villagers, he is no longer hoping for understanding from his fellow humans; he only only wants to force cooperation from them as he seeks to restore himself to visibility.