McCann slipped out of the car, carrying the girl's body. He propped her, sitting in the doorway's
shadows. Ricori and I, Larson and Cartello, followed. The car rolled off. And again I felt the sense of
nightmare unreality which had clung to me so often since I had first set my feet on this strange path to the
doll-maker…
The little Italian was smearing the glass of the door with some gummy material. In the center of it he fixed
a small vacuum cup of rubber. He took a tool from his pocket and drew with it a foot-wide circle on the
glass. The point of the tool cut into the glass as though it had been wax. Holding the vacuum cup in one
hand, he tapped the glass lightly with a rubber-tipped hammer. The circle of glass came away in his hand.
All had been done without the least sound. He reached through the hole, and fumbled about noiselessly
for a few moments. There was a faint click. The door swung open.