It was early one morning that the telephone rang and I answered
it. A very excited German, breathless and incoherent, was
evidently at the other end of the wire.

I handed the receiver to Craig and picked up the morning paper
lying on the table.

"Minturn--dead?" I heard Craig exclaim. "In the paper this
morning? I'll be down to see you directly."

Kennedy almost tore the paper from me. In the next to the end
column where late news usually is dropped was a brief account of
the sudden death of Owen Minturn, one of the foremost criminal
lawyers of the city, in Josephson's Baths downtown.

It ended: "It is believed by the coroner that Mr. Minturn was
shocked to death and evidence is being sought to show that two
hundred and forty volts of electricity had been thrown into the
attorney's body while he was in the electric bath. Joseph
Josephson, the proprietor of the bath, who operated the
switchboard, is being held, pending the completion of the
inquiry."

As Kennedy hastily ran his eye over the paragraphs, he became more
and more excited himself.

"Walter," he cried, as he finished, "I don't believe that that was
an accident at all."

"Why?" I asked.