Enid, completely losing
control of herself, screamed and screamed and screamed.
Few people, fortunately for themselves, have ever heard a woman scream,
and some of those present felt they would never forget the sound. In
the minds of most of the grown-up people there was the same unspoken
question--had the cat suddenly gone mad? Had she got hydrophobia?
They all crowded round their unfortunate guest--all but Timmy, who stood
aside with a look in which remorse, fear, and triumph struggled for
mastery on his queer little face.
And then at last, when Mrs. Crofton lay back, moaning, on the sofa,
surrounded by her distracted and horrified hosts, somebody suggested that
Dr. O'Farrell should be sent for, and Jack rushed into the hall to find
Betty already at the telephone.
Meanwhile Janet Tosswill was doing her best to persuade the victim of
Josephine's savage aggression to come upstairs and await the doctor
there; but, shudderingly, Enid Crofton refused to stir.
A slight diversion was created when Betty came in with a basin of warm
water, soap, and a sponge. Again everyone crowded round the sofa, and
Jack and Radmore both felt alarm, as well as horror, when they saw the
wounds made by the cat's claws and the cat's teeth.
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