The Devil-Doll Page #4

- Yes, madame.

- Splendid. Splendid.

Some cognac.

Sit down. Sit down, monsieur. Excuse me.

- No cognac, please.

- No cognac?

No, thank you.

- Won't you have some cognac, monsieur?

- No, no, thank you.

Here's another of our little pets.

Most ingenious.

- It is lifelike, isn't it?

- Isn't it though?

But, monsieur,

you see that little doll sitting over there

on the block?

That's Lachna, our apache doll.

Malita, will you please

bring me the little stiletto?

All our accessories are carried out

down to the most minute detail.

For example, on our ponies,

the harness is exact.

And on our little dogs,

the collars are all different,

but mind you, suitable to the breed.

Thank you, Malita.

And our apache dolls

we supply with a dinky little stiletto.

Why, this is

an authentic little replica itself.

Isn't it?

Isn't it?

Don't be too alarmed, Radin.

You're not dying.

Oh, I see you recognize my voice.

That's one of the few things that you

and Coulvet and Matin

didn't steal from me.

Another is my hatred.

Look at me and see what 17 years

in the grave has done to me.

No, Radin, without my hatred,

I never could have lived to exhume myself.

What swine you three are.

You're going to help me

to recover what I can from life.

That's why you're not going to die.

No, I wouldn't let you die

for the world, Radin.

The police.

One moment, monsieur.

Madame will be with you.

We must finish painting

those soldiers of the legion, Malita.

And we have 10 dolls to dress.

- Good evening, monsieur.

- Good evening, madame.

- Can I show you something special?

- No, thank you.

But your glue pots in the alley,

the neighbors are complaining again.

I'm so sorry, of course. How stupid of me.

But the holiday rush, monsieur,

I quite forgot.

I assure you I shall hang them inside.

- Fine. Do so.

- I will, monsieur.

Well, good day and good luck, madame.

I'm amazed at my good luck, monsieur.

Amazed is the word, eh, Malita?

Stupid policeman, to let an old white wig

cost him 100,000 francs.

It might have been safer to

take him downstairs and make him small.

He's small already in mind.

In fact, Malita, if most men were reduced

to the dimensions of their mentality,

Marcel's plan wouldn't be necessary.

But we're pledged to it, aren't we?

We have sworn.

Calm yourself, Malita.

Let me make the plans.

Where are you going?

To your mother's again

where the police are always watching?

No. I'm going to see my daughter.

It's the one thrill life has left me.

I love to look at her, to listen to her talk.

It drives me almost crazy though, Malita,

not to be able to take her

in my arms and tell her who I am.

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