It was with a distinct shock that I realized that this story was all that I could tell! Realized that I could not
communicate to the others the portions I had deleted, even if I desired. And that this was by command of
the doll-maker-post-hypnotic suggestion which was a part of those other inhibitions she had laid upon
my will; those same inhibitions which had held me powerless before her, had marched me out of her shop
like a robot and thrust me back from her door, when I would have re-entered!
During that brief tranced sleep she had said to me: "This and this you must not tell. This and this you
may."
I could not speak of the child-doll with the angelic face and the dagger-pin which had pricked the bubble
of Gilmore's life. I could not speak of the Walters doll and its crucifixion. I could not speak of the
doll-maker's tacit admission that she had been responsible for the deaths that had first led us to her.