19/49 When he stopped sobbing he tried to kill me for hindering his destruction, but I had got the razor in my pocket, and his revolver missed fire. That was lucky, for he managed to stick the muzzle against my chest and pull the trigger just as I got him down. It was rather lively for a few seconds, and then he broke down again, and was as limp as a rag, and trembled with fright, as if he saw queer things in the room.' 'You sent for a doctor then ?' 'My own, and we took care of him together that night. You may laugh at the idea of my having a doctor, as I never was ill in my life. |