"Now, I'll tell you, Dr. Lowell," Shevlin went on. "I stands there lookin' at this doll, an' I picks it up.
'There's more in this than meets the eye, Tim Shevlin,' I says to myself. An' I looks to see what's become
of the drunk. He's standin' where I left him, an' I walk over to him an' he says: 'Was it a doll like I told
you? Hah! I told you it was a doll! Hah! That's him!' he says, gettin' a peck at what I'm carryin'. So I
says to him, 'Young fellow, me lad, there's somethin' wrong here. You're goin' to the station wit' me an'
tell the lootenant what you told me an' show him your legs an' all,' I says. An' the drunk says, 'Fair
enough, but keep that thing on the other side of me.' So we go to the station.
"The lootenant's there an' the sergeant an' a coupla flatties. I marches up an' sticks the doll on the top of
the desk in front of the lootenant.
"'What's this?' he says, grinnin'. 'Another kidnapin'?'