sharp tug. There was a shrill twanging sound, and he dropped it with a startled oath. The thing fell to the
floor. It writhed, the single wire of which it was made uncoiling.
Uncoiling, it glided over the floor like a serpent and came to rest, quivering.
We looked from it to the table.
The substance that had resembled a sprawling, flattened, headless body was gone. In its place was a film
of fine gray dust which swirled and eddied for a moment in some unfelt draft-and then, too, was gone.
CHAPTER X: NURSE'S CAP AND WITCH'S LADDER
"She knows how to get rid of the evidence!"
Braile laughed-but there was no mirth in his laughter. I said nothing. It was the same thought I had held
of McCann when the doll's head had vanished. But McCann could not be suspected of this. Evading any