"All right, would y'be sayin' I was drunk too, t'believe it? Fer it's what that potato-brained lootenant did."
"No, no," I assured him hastily. Shevlin settled back, and went on:
"I asks the drunk, 'What's her name?' 'What's whose name?' says he. 'The doll's,' I says. 'I'll bet you she
was a blonde doll,' I says, 'an' wants her picture in the tabloids. The brunettes don't use hatpins,' I says.
'They're all fer the knife.'
"'Officer,' he says, solemn, 'it was a doll. A little man doll. An' when I say doll I mean a doll. I was walkin
along,' he says, 'gettin' the air. I won't deny I'd had some drinks,' he says, 'but nothin' I couldn't carry. I'm
swishin' along wit' me cane, when I drops it by that bush there,' he says, pointin'. 'I reach down to pick it
up,' he says, 'an' there I see a doll. It's a big doll an' it's all huddled up crouchin', as if somebody dropped
it that way. I reaches over t' pick it up. As I touch it, thedoll jumps as if I hit a spring. It jumps right over