The arsenic compounds with
which his blood was surcharged had brought on one of the attacks
of blindness to which users of the drug are subject. In his insane
frenzy he was evidently reaching desperately for Kennedy himself.
As he groped he limped painfully from the soreness of his wound.
"Dr. Harris," accused Kennedy, avoiding the mad rush at himself,
and speaking in a tone that thrilled us, "you are the man who
sucked the blood of Cushing into your own veins and left him to
die. But the state will never be able to exact from you the
penalty of your crime. Nature will do that too soon for justice.
Gentlemen, this is the murderer of Bradley Cushing, a maniac, a
modern scientific vampire."
I regarded the broken, doomed man with mingled pity and loathing,
rather than with the usual feelings one has toward a criminal.
"Come," said Craig. "The local authorities can take care of this
case now."
He paused just long enough for a word of comfort to the poor,
broken-hearted girl. Both Winslow answered with a mute look of
gratitude and despair.
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