saw Ricori at the door, on each side of him a guard with silenced automatic, shooting at the window.
I bent over Braile. He was quite dead. The falling chandelier had dropped upon his head, crushing the
skull. But Braile had been dying before the chandelier had fallen…his throat ripped…the carotid artery
severed.
The doll that had murdered him was gone!
CHAPTER XV: THE WITCH GIRL
I stood up. I said bitterly:
"You were right, Ricori-her servants are better than yours."
He did not answer, looking down at Braile with pity-filled face.
I said: "If all your men fulfill their promises like McCann, that you are still alive I count as one of the major