The beast raised itself upon its hind legs and howled. I aimed the pistol I'd stolen, hoping to finish it before it got to Mr Wooster.
I fired three shots but it shrugged off the bullets as though they were gnats. It crouched, then leapt, and I threw myself on Bertram as he entered the room.
"Jeeves, what-" We hit the ground and rolled; he kicked the door closed and I heard the beast crash into it.
"Sir, it's a werewolf!"
"Dash it, Jeeves, that's Aunt Agatha! I told you she was a werewolf."
"I thought it a metaphor, sir."