I suppose I owed my life to his dim sight, which compelled him to come so near.
"I sprang at him, and we struggled.

That struggle brought down the clock with a shattering crash.

Robert Turold and I were locked in one another's arms, wrestling desperately for the revolver, when I saw the great moon face of the clock flit past my vision like the face of a man taking a header off a pier.

The crash startled Robert Turold.

His hand loosened, and I got the revolver from him.