"You have told me what I wanted to know. You fared very badly with the witch, Dr. Lowell. And you
have not told us all the essentials."
I said: "I am sorry, Ricori!"
"Don't be." For the first time he smiled. "I understand, perfectly. I also am somewhat of a psychologist.
But I say this to you-it matters little whether McCann does or does not bring the girl to us tonight.
Tomorrow the witch dies-and the girl with her."
I made no answer. I recalled the nurse, and re-stationed the guards within the room. Whatever
confidence I might feel, I was taking no chances with Ricori's safety. I had not told him of the
doll-maker's direct threat against him, but I had not forgotten it.
Braile accompanied me to my study. He said, apologetically: