Well, to be honest, Fr Verdoux had not expected the form of Mr. Cullen to release itself from the multitude of people so easily pummeling it with blows. For a minute he felt bad for the body of Mr. Cullen, but this pity was replaced with bewilderment as he found his body crumbling to the floor and rolling down the stairs. He shortened what might have been a dire fall with his foot, effectively spraining his ankle in the process.
But he was quick, in spite of his frailty. His hand had already rested on one of his little vials of holy water. It was only a matter, now, of popping up the cap and flinging it with vigor at the possessed person, which he did, with several meaningful words of prayer.