As though expecting applause! It was dressed in the tights and jacket of a circus acrobat. It bowed to
me. Then with a flourish, it pointed to the window.
Another little face was peering there. It was austere, cold, the face of a man of sixty. It had small side
whiskers. It stared at me with the expression I supposed a banker might wear when someone he hates
applies to him for a loan-I found the thought oddly amusing. Then abruptly I ceased to feel amused.
A banker-doll! An acrobat-doll!
The dolls of two of those who had suffered the unknown death!
The banker-doll stepped with dignity down from the window. It was in full evening dress, swallowtails,
stiff shirt-all perfect. It turned and with the same dignity raised a hand to the windowsill. Another doll
stood there-the doll of a woman about the same age as the banker-doll, and garbed like it in correct