Publisher's Synopsis
"I tell you, the man said he was my brother and he made me think he was," Nancy told her husband for the tenth time. "I don't even have a brother."Martin Laughton sighed. "I can't understand why you believed him. It's just-just plain nuts, Nancy!""Don't you think I know it?" Nancy said tearfully. "I feel like I'm going crazy. I can't say I dreamt it because there was Reggie with his bleeding knees, squalling for all he was worth on the grass-Oh, I don't even want tothink about it.""We haven't lost Reggie, Nancy, remember that. Now why don't you try to get some rest?""You-you don't believe me at all, do you, Martin?"When her husband did not answer, her head sank to her arms on the table and she sobbed."Nancy, for heaven's sake, of course I believe you. I'm trying to think it out, that's all. We should have called the police."Nancy shook her head in her arms. "They'd-never-believe me either," she moaned."I'd better go and make sure Reggie's all right." Martin got up out of his chair and went to the stairs."I'm going with you," Nancy said, hurriedly rising and coming over to him. "We'll go up and look at him together."They found Reggie peacefully asleep in his crib in his room upstairs. They checked the windows and tucked in the blankets. They paused in the room for a moment and then Martin stole his arm around his wife and led her to the door."As I've said, sergeant, this fellow hypnotized my wife. He made her think he was her brother. She doesn't even have a brother. Then he tried to get away with the baby." Martin leaned down and patted the dog. "It was Tiger here who scared him off."
