Tried
rhythmic traction of the tongue, artificial respiration,
stimulants, chest and heart massage--everything, but it was no
use:"
"Have you any idea what caused his death?" asked Craig as he
hastily adjusted his apparatus to an electric light socket--a
rheostat, an induction-coil of peculiar shape, and an
"interrupter."
"Poison of some kind--an alkaloid. They say they heard him fall
as they came up-stairs, and when they got to him he was blue. His
face was as blue as it is now when I arrived. Asphyxia, failure
of both heart and lungs, that was what the alkaloid caused."
The gong of the electric cab sounded outside. As Craig heard it
he rushed with two wires to the window, threw them out, and
hurried downstairs, attaching them to the batteries of the cab.
In an instant he was back again.
"Now, Doctor," he said, "I'm going to perform a very delicate
test on this man. Here I have the alternating city current and
here a direct, continuous current from the storage-batteries of
the cab below. Doctor, hold his mouth open. So. Now, have you a
pair of forceps handy? Good. Can you catch hold of the tip of his
tongue? There. Do just as I tell you. I apply this cathode to his
skin in the dorsal region; under the back of the neck, and this
anode in the lumbar region at the base of the spine--just pieces
of cotton soaked in salt solution and covering the metal
electrodes, to give me a good contact with the body.
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