Swift as a flash of lightning the evil temper of the Morencys seethed up in the Canon. Not only was he being sworn at and threatened with violence by a common man, but there was now a great bloody hand put upon his immaculate white dust-coat. So, without a single second’s hesitation, he clenched his fist and struck the man a fierce blow in the face, felling him instantly to the ground. Then in an ungovernable paroxysm of rage, he started kicking at the unconscious body, head, face, chest or whatever part was nearest to his foot.
Suddenly his eyes fell upon the knife the man had dropped, and instantly he stopped kicking. A startled expression came into his face, he held his breath and there was a strange glint in his widely opened eyes. For a long moment he stood as motionless as a graven
