He stopped short, staring at us. His eyes fell upon the covered body upon the cot and his face grew grim:
"What's happened?"
Ricori answered: "The dolls killed Dr. Braile. You captured the girl too late, McCann. Why?"
"Killed Braile? The dolls! God!" McCann's voice was as though a hand had gripped his throat.
Ricori asked: "Where is the girl, McCann?"
He answered, dully: "Down in the car, gagged and tied."
Ricori asked: "When did you get her? And where?"
Looking at McCann, I suddenly felt a great pity and sympathy for him. It sprang from my own remorse
and shame. I said:
"Sit down, McCann. I am far more to blame for what has happened than you can possibly be."