Standing atop the stairs, Elspeth clutched at the collar of her dress. The entire incident was mad!
"Wait! Where is it going?" she cried as Fox made encumbered progress towards the front of the house. On the one hand, allowing the young man to leave might mean they could all escape. On the other, it would require unleashing a demon-possessed person on the city of London, and poor Fox Cullen would be only the first of its victims.
She dashed down the stairs, somewhat hindered by her heavy dress and the two men lying at the bottom. Quickly, she made certain that blood wasn't pouring out of Father Verdoux's head before shouting, "Armitage! Mister Doyle!" at the top of her lungs. If ever assistance from colleagues was needed, now was the time.