Carnacki, The Ghost Finder

A little later, as though in a sudden fit of malignant rage, the dead body of the cat was picked up, and beaten with dull, sickening blows against the solid floor. He went through the crowd of men, and found suddenly that they had all turned in a body and were keeping him company. But there was nothing else to be seen, except that near the table there were indistinct glimmerings of light, and at the far end the outline of a dull glowing revolver, evidently in the detective's pocket. Johnstone repeated the order, and at last, in a queer automatic way, the man obeyed, and pushed the door open.