"But the doll-the doll is gone!" she said.
I cursed to myself at that, caught unawares and with no ready answer. But McCann had one. He said,
easily:
"Sure it's gone, Mollie. I dropped it down the chute into the waste. After what you told me I thought
you'd better not see it any more."
She asked, sharply:
"Where did you find it? I looked for it."
"Guess you weren't in shape to do much looking," he answered. "I found it down at the foot of the kid's
crib, all messed up in the covers. It was busted. Looked like the kid had been dancing on it in her sleep."
She said hesitantly: "It might have slipped down. I don't think I looked there-"