Dog or cat escaped, but the action directed your attention to the doll and you thought-"
He interrupted me with a wave of his hand.
"All right. All right. 'Tis enough. I'll just leave the doll wit' you to pay for the diagnoses, sir."
With considerable dignity and perceptibly heightened color Shevlin stalked from the room. McCann was
shaking with silent laughter. I picked up the doll and laid it on my table. I looked at the subtly malignant
little face and I did not feel much like laughing.
For some obscure reason I took the Walters doll out of the drawer and placed it beside the other, took
out the strangely knotted cord and set it between them. McCann was standing at my side, watching. I
heard him give a low whistle.
"Where did you get that, Doc?" he pointed to the cord. I told him. He whistled again.