death which her distorted mind told her was threatened by the doll-maker.
"One-two-three-"
An appalling scream came from the girl. And then-
"She's caught me! Her hands are around my heart…Uh-h-h…"
Her body bent; a spasm ran through her. Her body relaxed and sank limply in the chair. Her eyes
opened, stared blankly; her jaw dropped.
I ripped open her bodice, set my stethoscope to her heart. It was still.
And then from the dead throat issued a voice organ-toned, sweet, laden with menace and contempt…
"You fools!"
The voice of Madame Mandilip!