toward his head. I tried to move my hand, to follow it. I could not. The doll passed out of my sight…
"I heard a dreadful, sobbing groan. I felt John shudder, then stretch and twist…I heard him sigh…
"Deep deep down…I knew John was dying…and I could do nothing…in the silence in the green glow…
"I heard something like the note of a flute, from the street, beyond the windows. There was a tiny
scurrying. I saw the doll skip across the floor and spring up to the windowsill. It knelt there for a moment,
looking out into the street. It held something in its hand. And then I saw that what it held was the knotted
cord John had thrown on his table.
"I heard the flute note again…the doll swung itself out of the window…I had a glimpse of its red eyes…I
saw its little hands clutching the sill…and it was gone…
"The green glow…blinked and…went out. The light from the street returned around the curtains. The