am that kind of a physician, McCann."
He nodded. His face softened and I saw the dangerous tenseness relax.
"I've no argument, Doc. Not on that or nothing else you've said. But I'm thanking you for your high
opinion of my brains. It'd certainly take a pretty clever man to work all this out this-a-way. Sort of like
one of them cartoons that shows seventy-five gimcracks set up to drop a brick on a man's head at
exactly twenty minutes, sixteen seconds after two in the afternoon. Yeah, I must be clever!"
I winced at this broad sarcasm, but did not answer. McCann took up the Peters doll and began to
examine it. I went to the 'phone to ask Ricori's condition. I was halted by an exclamation from the
gunman. He beckoned me, and handing me the doll, pointed to the collar of its coat. I felt about it. My
fingers touched what seemed to be the round head of a large pin. I pulled out as though from a dagger