Another body! An illusion, of course…like the enchanted room Walters had described…and which I had
glimpsed when breaking from the hypnotic web in which she had enmeshed me…a picture drawn by the
doll-maker's mind in the mind of the girl. I dismissed that, and drove to the heart of the matter.
"She kills by two methods, does she not-by the salve and by the dolls?"
"Yes, by the unguent and the dolls."
"How many has she killed by the unguent in New York?"
She answered, indirectly: "She has made fourteen dolls since we came here."
So there were other cases that had not been reported to me! I asked:
"'And how many have the dolls killed?"
"Twenty."