“The crucifix,” she screamed, “he has taken it away,” and, still screaming, she fell to the ground, rolling down the steps in some kind of fit.
The music ceased abruptly, and Constance ran forward to where Miss Archer lay, insensible, with foam upon her lips. Then, as she bent over her patient, a voice came sternly from the end of the chapel.
“What has been happening here Miss Sedgwick?” said Doctor Murchison.
THE DOCTOR passed quickly up the nave and reached the chancel.
“Miss Archer has had a fit,” said Constance stupidly.
“So I perceive,” replied Doctor Murchison coldly, and stooping over he felt the pulse of the unconscious woman. He put a silver whistle to his lips with his other hand as he did so, and blew three short blasts, which were answered a moment later by a warder.
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