"What could you say?" he replied, reasonably enough. "If you tell him the drunk was right, an' that I'm
right an' I did see the doll run, what'll he think? He'll think you're as crazy as I must be. An' if you explain
maybe I was a little off me nut just for the minute, it's to the hospital they'll be sendin' me. No, Doctor.
I'm much obliged, but all I can do is say nothin' more an' be dignified an' maybe hand out a shiner or two
if they get too rough. It's grateful I am fer the kindly way you've listened. It makes me feel better."
Shevlin got to his feet, sighing heavily.
"An' what do you think? I mean about what the drunk said he seen, an' what I seen?" he asked
somewhat nervously.
"I cannot speak for the inebriate," I answered cautiously. "As for yourself-well, it might be that the doll
had been lying out there in the street, and that a cat or dog ran across just as the automobile went by.