“Yes. Of course. After the second murder, Doctor?”
“There was no doll upon her bed, but this doll was found....” and he reached for the Pa-pa doll and handed it to Mr. Smooty, whose green eyes were like pin points.
“Where, Doctor?” his voice was again colorless.
But his interest was so concentrated that he forgot and turned the doll over and it whined, “Pa-pa.”
Everybody jumped and Mr. Higgins reached for both of them and laid them on the mahogany table upon their backs. They closed their eyes and Miss Parkins looked at the crisp bonnets, dresses and panties and shivered.
Two dolls. Two murders.
“I think we should know where it was found, Doctor,” Mr. Higgins’ voice was firm.
“In the desk of the Head Nurse of Medicine Clinic, sir. A doctor looking for case charts discovered it, accidentally.”
“Is she friendly with the night student nurse?” It was Smooty who spoke.
“She is her aunt, gentlemen,” and then Dr. MacArthur cleared his throat and continued, “She was one of the first head nurses when the hospital was young. Her work has always been well executed. A very trusted woman.”