Part 11 (1/2)

”We have to deal in this case,” continued Kennedy, his will-power overcoming his weakness, ”with a poison which is apparently among the most subtle known. A particle of matter so minute as to be hardly distinguishable by the naked eye, on the point of a lancet or needle, a p.r.i.c.k of the skin not anything like that wound of Mendoza's, were necessary. But, fortunately, more of the poison was used, making it just that much easier to trace, though for the time the wound, which might itself easily have been fatal, threw us off the scent. But given these things, not all the power in the world--unless one was fully prepared--could save the life of the person in whose flesh the wound was made.”

Craig paused a moment, and we listened breathlessly.

”This poison, I find, acts on the so-called endplates of the muscles and nerves. It produces complete paralysis, but not loss of consciousness, sensation, circulation, or respiration until the end approaches. It seems to be one of the most powerful agents of which I have ever heard. When introduced in even a minute quant.i.ty it produces death finally by asphyxiation--by paralyzing the muscles of respiration. This asphyxia is what puzzled you, Leslie.”

He reached over and took a white mouse from the huge box on the corner of the table.

”Let me show you what I have found,” he said. ”I am now going to inject a little of the blood serum of the murdered man into this white mouse.”

He took a needle and injected some of a liquid which he had isolated.

The mouse did not even wince, so lightly did he touch it. But as we watched, its life seemed gently to ebb away, without pain, without struggle. Its breath simply seemed to stop.

Next he took the gourd which we had brought and with a knife sc.r.a.ped off just the minutest particle of the black, licorice-like stuff that incrusted it. He dissolved the particle in some alcohol, and with a sterilized needle repeated his experiment on a second mouse. The effect was precisely similar to that produced by the blood on the first.

I was intent on what Craig was doing when Dr. Leslie broke in with a question. ”May I ask,” he queried, ”whether, admitting that the first mouse died at least apparently in the same manner as the second, you have proved that the poison is the same in both cases? And if it is the same, can you show that it affects human beings in the same way, that enough of it has been discovered in the blood of Mendoza to have caused his death? In other words, I want the last doubt set aside.”

If ever Craig startled me, it was by his quiet reply:

”I've isolated it in his blood, extracted it, sterilized it, and I've tried it on myself.”

In breathless amazement, with eyes riveted on him, we listened. ”Then that was what was the matter?” I blurted out. ”You had been trying the poison on YOURSELF?”

He nodded unconcernedly. ”Altogether,” he explained, as Leslie and I listened, speechless, ”I was able to recover from both blood samples six centigrams of the poison. It is almost unknown. I could only be sure of what I discovered by testing the physiological effects. I was very careful. What else was there to do? I couldn't ask you fellows to try it, if I was afraid.”

”Good heavens!” gasped Leslie, ”and alone, too.”

”You wouldn't have let me do it, if I hadn't got rid of you,” he smiled quietly.

Leslie shook his head. ”Tried it on the dog and made himself the dog!”

exclaimed Leslie. ”I need the credit of a successful case--but I'll not take this one.”

Kennedy laughed.

”Starting with two centigrams of the stuff as a moderate dose,” he pursued, while I listened, stunned at his daring, ”I injected it into my right arm subcutaneously. Then I slowly worked my way up to three and then four centigrams. You see what I had recovered was far from the real thing. They did not seem at first to produce any very appreciable results other than to cause some dizziness, slight vertigo, a considerable degree of la.s.situde, and an extremely painful headache of rather unusual duration.”

”Good night!” I exclaimed. ”Didn't that satisfy you?”

”Five centigrams considerably improved on it,” he continued, paying no attention to me. ”It caused a degree of la.s.situde and vertigo that was most distressing, and six centigrams, the whole amount which I had recovered from the samples of blood, gave me the fright of my life right here in this laboratory a few minutes before you came in.”

Leslie and I looked at each other and shook our heads.

”Perhaps I was not wise in giving myself so large an injection on a day when I was overheated and below par otherwise, because of the strain I have been under in handling this case, as well as other work. However that may be, the added centigram produced so much more on top of the five centigrams I had previously taken that for a time I had reason to fear that that additional centigram was just the amount needed to bring my experiments to a permanent close.

”Within three minutes of the time of injection the dizziness and vertigo had become so great as to make walking seem impossible. In another minute the la.s.situde rapidly crept over me, and the serious disturbance of my breathing made it apparent to me that walking, waving my arms, anything, was imperative. My lungs felt glued up, and the muscles of my chest refused to work. Everything swam before my eyes, and I was soon reduced to walking up and down the laboratory floor with halting steps, only preventing falling on the floor by holding fast to the edge of the table.

”I thought of the tank of oxygen, and managed to crawl over and turn it on. I gulped at it. It seemed to me that I spent hours gasping for breath. It reminded me of what I once experienced in the Cave of the Winds of Niagara, where water is more abundant in the atmosphere than air. Yet my watch afterward indicated only about twenty minutes of extreme distress. But that twenty minutes is one period I shall never forget. I advise you, Leslie, if you are ever so foolish as to try the experiment, to remain below the five-centigram limit.”