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Shevlin watched me as I stared at the doll. He was satisfied by its effect upon me.
"A hell of a lookin' thing, ain't it?" he asked. "The doctor sees it, McCann. I told you he had brains!" He jounced the doll down upon his knee, and sat there like a red-faced ventriloquist with a peculiarly malevolent dummy--certainly it would not have surprised me to have heard the diabolic laughter issue from its faintly grinning mouth.