“Daddy, please don’t!”
Priscilla’s evil stepfather, her mother deceased, trapped her in a dollhouse, first shrinking her to fit.
When it was time, he left her in his will, locked in his lawyer’s safe.
After his client died, his lawyer was seen digging his grave in a deserted alley. A dog-walking, gossip-spreading, cigar-smoking, busybody called the police. They investigated.
The sorcerer’s crime was discovered when a detective found his will.
When he removed it from its envelope, Priscilla’s decaying body fell to the floor.
After an autopsy, her remains were moved to the dollhouse.
She was the only doll inside.
