|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
Easton rushed off for a neighbouring doctor, who came in a few minutes.
He knelt down and carefully examined the crushed and motionless form of Philpot, while the other men stood by in terrified silence.
Barrington, who fortunately was but momentarily stunned was sitting against the wall and had suffered nothing more serious than minor cuts and bruises.
The doctor's examination of Philpot was a very brief one, and when he rose from his knees, even before he spoke they knew from his manner