THE GRAY CAT
that he was saving himself from a death still more horrible, Breddon might very well have turned the weapon on himself.
'What do we do now?' the man asked.
'We must get a doctor and fetch the police at once. Come on.'
As they turned the corner of the passage, they saw that the door communicating with the staircase was open.
'Did you open that door?' asked the Archdeacon.
'No,' said the man, aghast.
'Then who did?'
'Don't know, sir. Looks as if we weren't at the end of this yet.'
They passed down the stairs together, and found the street-door also ajar. On the pavement outside lay a policeman slowly recovering consciousness. Breddon's man took the policeman's whistle and blew it. A passing hansom, going back to the mews, slowed up; the cab was sent to fetch a doctor, and commu-
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