I looked at Ricori, and read in his face what he had seen. I stripped the light blanket from the bed.
"Ricori," I said, "let your men lift Braile and wrap him in this. Then have them carry him into the small
room next to the study and place him on the cot."
He nodded to them, and they lifted Braile from the debris of shattered glass and bent metal. His face and
neck had been cut by the broken prisms and by some chance one of these wounds was close to the spot
where the dagger-pin of the doll had been thrust. It was deep, and had probably caused a second
severance of the carotid artery. I followed with Ricori into the small room. They placed the body on the
cot and Ricori ordered them to go back to the bedroom and watch while the nurses were there. He
closed the door of the small room behind them, then turned to me.
"What are you going to do, Dr. Lowell?"