a slowing of the heart beat…
For the face that looked up at me, blue eyes glaring, was the face of Peters!
And on it, like the thinnest of veils, was the shadow of that demonic exultance I had watched spread over
the face of Peters after death had stilled the pulse of his heart!
CHAPTER VII: THE PETERS DOLL
Shevlin watched me as I stared at the doll. He was satisfied by its effect upon me.
"A hell of a lookin' thing, ain't it?" he asked. "The doctor sees it, McCann. I told you he had brains!" He
jounced the doll down upon his knee, and sat there like a red-faced ventriloquist with a peculiarly
malevolent dummy-certainly it would not have surprised me to have heard the diabolic laughter issue
from its faintly grinning mouth.