No, despite my tests, I was not sure Ricori was dead. But I did not tell McCann that. Alive or dead,
there was one sinister fact that McCann must explain. I turned to the pair, who had been watching me
closely.
"You say there were only the three of you in the car?"
Again I saw a glance pass between them.
"There was the doll," McCann answered, half-defiantly. I brushed the answer aside, impatiently.
"I repeat: there were only the three of you in the car?"
"Three men, yes."
"Then," I said grimly, "you two have a lot to explain. Ricori was stabbed. I'll have to call the police."
McCann arose and walked over to the body. He picked up the glass and peered through it at the tiny