Jason Son Of Jason

Jason son of Jason and Naia were in danger and it was up to Jason and Murray to save them!. Excerpt. It was midnight when the night superintendent called and told me No. 27 had died. I rose. The thing was no surprise. I had known it was going to happen. No. 27 had told me so himself. Nonetheless I went to his room. Routine in the mental hospital had nothing to do with that strange secret held in common between myself and the man-that strange state of affairs which had enabled him to predict his own death so accurately.. And yet as I mounted the stairs to the room where his body now lay as a worn-out husk I had none of the feeling which so customarily assails the average mortal in such an hour. To me it was not as though he had died. The body was a husk indeed-an emaciated worn-out thing which because of our mutual secret I knew had been kept alive by the sheer force of the spiritual tenant now removed.. I stood looking down upon it with very much the same sensations one might have in viewing the tool once plied by the hand of a friend. It was nothing more than that really. Jason Croft had used it while he had need of its manipulation and when his need was accomplished he had simply laid it down.Croft was a physician even as am I. He was a scientific man. In addition he was a student of the occult-the science of the mind the spirit and its control of the physical forces of life.. He was an Earth-born man. The home in which I first met him contained the greatest private collection of works on the subject I have ever seen. In dying he left them to me-I have them all about me.