'Quite a professional gathering, clergy predominating. Lion and Lamb
too, ha! ha! which is the lamb, eh? ha! ha! very good! awfully sorry to
hear of your loss, Mrs. Slavin; did our best you know, can't help this
sort of thing.'
Before any one could move, Craig was at his side, and saying in a clear,
firm voice, 'One moment, doctor,' caught him by the arm and had him out
of the room before he knew it. Slavin, who had been crouching in his
chair with hands twitching and eyes glaring, rose and followed, still
crouching as he walked. I hurried after him, calling him back. Turning
at my voice, the doctor saw Slavin approaching. There was something so
terrifying in his swift noiseless crouching motion, that the doctor,
crying out in fear 'Keep him off,' fairly turned and fled. He was too
late. Like a tiger Slavin leaped upon him and without waiting to strike
had him by the throat with both hands, and bearing him to the ground,
worried him there as a dog might a cat.
Immediately Craig and I were upon him, but though we lifted him clear
off the ground we could not loosen that two-handed strangling grip.
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