ways McCann could not know.
"There's the store," he continued. "Back of it two or three rooms. Upstairs a big room like a storeroom.
They rent the whole place. The hag an' the wench, they live in the rooms behind the store."
"Good work!" I applauded, and hesitated-"McCann, did the doll remind you of somebody?"
He studied me with narrowed eyes.
"You tell me," he said at last, dryly.
"Well-I thought it resembled Peters."
"Thought it resembled!" he exploded. "Resembled-hell! It was the lick-an'-spit of Peters!"
"Yet you said nothing to me of that. Why?" I asked, suspiciously.
"Well I'm damned-" he began, then caught himself. "I knowed you seen it. I thought you kept quiet