| Author: | J U Giesy | ISBN: | 1230000193606 |
| Publisher: | WDS Publishing | Publication: | December 1, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | J U Giesy |
| ISBN: | 1230000193606 |
| Publisher: | WDS Publishing |
| Publication: | December 1, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
It was a miserable night which brought me first in touch with Jason
Croft. There was rain and enough wind to send it in gusty dashes against
the windows. When I heard the doorbell ring, I was tempted to ignore it.
But as it rang again, and was followed by a rapid tattoo of rapping, I
rose, laid aside my book, and stepped into the hall.
First switching on a porch light, I opened the outer door, to reveal the
figure of an old woman.
"Doctor," she began in a tone of almost frantic excitement. "Dr.
Murray--come quick!"
I am Dr. George Murray, in charge of the Mental Hospital in a Western
state. The institution was not then very large, and since taking my
position at the head of its staff I had found myself with considerable
time for study, seeking to learn what I might concerning both the normal
and the abnormal manifestations of mental force.
But I was not thinking of anything like that as I looked at the
shawl-wrapped face of the little bent woman. I said to her, "But, my dear
woman, there are other doctors for you to call. I am really not in
general practice. I am connected with the asylum--"
"And I always said I would come for you if anything happened to Mr.
Jason," she cut in.
"Whom?"
"Mr. Jason Croft, sir," she returned. "He's dead maybe--I dunno. But he's
been that way for a week."
"Dead?"
It was a miserable night which brought me first in touch with Jason
Croft. There was rain and enough wind to send it in gusty dashes against
the windows. When I heard the doorbell ring, I was tempted to ignore it.
But as it rang again, and was followed by a rapid tattoo of rapping, I
rose, laid aside my book, and stepped into the hall.
First switching on a porch light, I opened the outer door, to reveal the
figure of an old woman.
"Doctor," she began in a tone of almost frantic excitement. "Dr.
Murray--come quick!"
I am Dr. George Murray, in charge of the Mental Hospital in a Western
state. The institution was not then very large, and since taking my
position at the head of its staff I had found myself with considerable
time for study, seeking to learn what I might concerning both the normal
and the abnormal manifestations of mental force.
But I was not thinking of anything like that as I looked at the
shawl-wrapped face of the little bent woman. I said to her, "But, my dear
woman, there are other doctors for you to call. I am really not in
general practice. I am connected with the asylum--"
"And I always said I would come for you if anything happened to Mr.
Jason," she cut in.
"Whom?"
"Mr. Jason Croft, sir," she returned. "He's dead maybe--I dunno. But he's
been that way for a week."
"Dead?"
