I shook my head impatiently, and put the thing aside, determining to test those stains later. They were
bloodstains, I knew that, but I must make sure. And yet, if they were, it would not be certain proof of the
incredible-that a doll's hand had used this deadly thing.
I picked up the Peters doll and began to study it minutely. I could not determine of what it was made. It
was not of wood, like the other doll. More than anything else, the material resembled a fusion of gum and
wax. I knew of no such composition. I stripped it of the clothing. The undamaged part of the doll was
anatomically perfect. The hair was human hair, carefully planted in the scalp. The eyes were blue crystals
of some kind. The clothing showed the same extraordinary skill in the making as the clothes of Diana's
doll.
I saw now that the dangling leg was not held by a thread. It was held by a wire. Evidently the doll had