puncture. He looked at the chauffeur. He said:
"I told you the doll done it, Paul!"
CHAPTER V: THE THING IN RICORI'S CAR (CONTINUED)
I said, incredulously, "McCann, you surely don't expect me to believe that?"
He did not answer, rolling another cigarette which this time he did not throw away. The chauffeur
staggered over to Ricori's body; he threw himself on his knees and began mingled prayers and
implorations. McCann, curiously enough, was now completely himself. It was as though the removal of
uncertainty as to the cause of Ricori's death had restored all his old cold confidence. He lighted the
cigarette; he said, almost cheerfully:
"I'm aiming to make you believe."