He pushed me to the door, pointing toward the tiers of the watching dolls that strangely now seemed
lifeless! Only dolls!
Fire was leaping to them from draperies and curtains. The fire was leaping at them as though it were
some vengeful spirit of cleansing flame!
We rushed through the door, the corridor, out into the shop. Through the corridor and into the shop the
flames poured after us. We ran into the street.
Ricori cried: "Quick! To the car!"
Suddenly the street was red with the light of the flames. I heard windows opening, and shouts of warning
and alarm.
We swung into the waiting car, and it leaped away.