"Hardly," commented Kennedy, looking again at the body. "It looks
more like a tetanus convulsion. Yet there does not seem to be any
trace of a recent wound that might have caused lockjaw. How did he
look?"

"Oh, his face finally became livid," replied Josephson. "He had a
ghastly, grinning expression, his eyes were wide, there was foam
on his mouth, and his breathing was difficult."

"Not like tetanus, either," revised Craig. "There the convulsion
usually begins with the face and progresses to the other muscles.
Here it seems to have gone the other way."

"That lasted a minute or so," resumed the masseur. "Then he sank
back--perfectly limp. I thought he was dead. But he was not. A
cold sweat broke out all over him and he was as if in a deep
sleep."

"What did you do?" prompted Kennedy.

"I didn't know what to do. I called an ambulance. But the moment
the door opened, his body seemed to stiffen again. He had one
other convulsion--and when he grew limp he was dead."




CHAPTER XXIX