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Tracing
the
course
of
events
afterwards
,
I
conclude
that
I
must
have
been
insensible
for
about
two
hours
.
What
roused
me
to
consciousness
once
more
was
that
sharp
metallic
click
which
had
been
the
precursor
of
my
terrible
experience
.
It
was
the
shooting
back
of
the
spring
lock
.
Then
,
before
my
senses
were
clear
enough
to
entirely
apprehend
what
they
saw
,
I
was
aware
of
the
round
,
benevolent
face
of
my
cousin
peering
in
through
the
open
door
.
What
he
saw
evidently
amazed
him
.
There
was
the
cat
crouching
on
the
floor
.
I
was
stretched
upon
my
back
in
my
shirt
-
sleeves
within
the
cage
,
my
trousers
torn
to
ribbons
and
a
great
pool
of
blood
all
round
me
.
I
can
see
his
amazed
face
now
,
with
the
morning
sunlight
upon
it
.
He
peered
at
me
,
and
peered
again
.
Then
he
closed
the
door
behind
him
,
and
advanced
to
the
cage
to
see
if
I
were
really
dead
.
I
cannot
undertake
to
say
what
happened
.
I
was
not
in
a
fit
state
to
witness
or
to
chronicle
such
events
.
I
can
only
say
that
I
was
suddenly
conscious
that
his
face
was
away
from
me
—
that
he
was
looking
towards
the
animal
.
"
Good
old
Tommy
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Good
old
Tommy
!
"
Then
he
came
near
the
bars
,
with
his
back
still
towards
me
.
"
Down
,
you
stupid
beast
!
"
he
roared
.
"
Down
,
sir
!
Don
’
t
you
know
your
master
?
"
Suddenly
even
in
my
bemuddled
brain
a
remembrance
came
of
those
words
of
his
when
he
had
said
that
the
taste
of
blood
would
turn
the
cat
into
a
fiend
.
My
blood
had
done
it
,
but
he
was
to
pay
the
price
.
"
Get
away
!
"
he
screamed
.
"
Get
away
,
you
devil
!
Baldwin
!
Baldwin
!
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
And
then
I
heard
him
fall
,
and
rise
,
and
fall
again
,
with
a
sound
like
the
ripping
of
sacking
.
His
screams
grew
fainter
until
they
were
lost
in
the
worrying
snarl
.
And
then
,
after
I
thought
that
he
was
dead
,
I
saw
,
as
in
a
nightmare
,
a
blinded
,
tattered
,
blood
-
soaked
figure
running
wildly
round
the
room
—
and
that
was
the
last
glimpse
which
I
had
of
him
before
I
fainted
once
again
.
I
was
many
months
in
my
recovery
—
in
fact
,
I
cannot
say
that
I
have
ever
recovered
,
for
to
the
end
of
my
days
I
shall
carry
a
stick
as
a
sign
of
my
night
with
the
Brazilian
cat
.
Baldwin
,
the
groom
,
and
the
other
servants
could
not
tell
what
had
occurred
,
when
,
drawn
by
the
death
-
cries
of
their
master
,
they
found
me
behind
the
bars
,
and
his
remains
—
or
what
they
afterwards
discovered
to
be
his
remains
—
in
the
clutch
of
the
creature
which
he
had
reared
.
They
stalled
him
off
with
hot
irons
,
and
afterwards
shot
him
through
the
loophole
of
the
door
before
they
could
finally
extricate
me
.
I
was
carried
to
my
bedroom
,
and
there
,
under
the
roof
of
my
would
-
be
murderer
,
I
remained
between
life
and
death
for
several
weeks
.
They
had
sent
for
a
surgeon
from
Clipton
and
a
nurse
from
London
,
and
in
a
month
I
was
able
to
be
carried
to
the
station
,
and
so
conveyed
back
once
more
to
Grosvenor
Mansions
.
