With patient cunning
he could plan and wait, scheme and execute. He was all animal now,
dreaming only of how to tear and kill.
And he waited long in order to be perfectly sure, unrolling inch by
inch, and like a venomous snake, never venturing to withdraw his
baleful eyes from his unconscious victim. He was many minutes
thoroughly satisfying himself that Hampton actually slept. His every
movement was slow, crafty, cowardly, the savage in his perverted nature
becoming more and more manifest. It was more beast than man that
finally crept forward on all-fours, the eyes gleaming cruel as a cat's
in the night. It was not far he was compelled to go, his movements
squirming and noiseless. Within a yard of the peacefully slumbering
man he rose up, crouching on his toes and bending stealthily forward to
gloat over his victim. Hampton stirred uneasily, possibly feeling the
close proximity of that horrible presence. Then the maniac took one
more stealthy, slouching step nearer, and flung himself at the exposed
throat, uttering a fierce snarl as his fingers clutched the soft flesh.
Hampton awoke, gasping and choking, to find those mad eyes glaring into
his own, those murderous hands throttling him with the strength of
madness.
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