two foot doll…
There was something else where it had been. I picked that up.
It was a knotted cord of hair pale ashen hair with nine curious knots spaced at irregular intervals along
it…
The guard named Bill stood looking down at me anxiously. He asked:
"Want me to call any of your people, Doc?"
"Try to get hold of McCann," I bade him; then spoke to the other guard: "Close the windows and fasten
them and pull down the curtains. Then lock the door."
Bill began to telephone. Stuffing the cap and knotted cord in my pocket, I walked over to the nurse. She
was rapidly recovering and in a minute or two I had her awake. At first her eyes dwelt on me, puzzled;