"I'll do the notifying," he answered. "There's only a couple that you'll have to see. Then I'm going down to
that doll joint an' get the truth outa that hag."
His eyes were slits, his mouth a slit, too.
"No," I said, firmly. "Not yet. Put a watch on the place. If the woman goes out, discover where she goes.
Watch the girl as closely. If it appears as though either of them or both of them are moving away-running
off-let them. But follow them. I don't want them molested or even alarmed until Ricori can tell what
happened there."
"All right," he said, but reluctantly.
"Your doll story," I reminded him, sardonically, "would not be so convincing to the police as to my
somewhat credulous mind. Take no chance of them being injected into the matter. As long as Ricori is