I said, severely, so she might not suspect collusion between McCann and myself:
"You ought not to have done that, McCann. If you had shown the doll to her, Mrs. Gilmore would have
known at once that she had been dreaming and she would have been spared much pain."
"Well, I ain't a doctor." His voice was sullen. "I done what I thought best."
"Go down and see if you can find it," I ordered, tartly. He glanced at me sharply. I nodded-and hoped
he understood. In a few minutes he returned.
"They cleaned out the waste only fifteen minutes ago," he reported, lugubriously. "The doll went with it. I
found this, though."
He held up a little strap from which dangled a half-dozen miniature books. He asked:
"Was them what you dreamed the doll dropped on the dressing table, Mollie?"