I saw him go up the inside stair to the clerestory gallery--he was looking about him.

Five minutes to ten--and it must have happened immediately afterwards." Bryce heard this and turned away, making a calculation for himself.

It had been on the stroke of ten when he saw Ransford hurrying out of the west porch.

There was a stairway from the gallery down to that west porch.

What, then, was the inference?
But for the moment he drew none--instead, he went home to his rooms in Friary Lane, and shutting himself up, drew from his pocket the scrap of paper he had taken from the dead man..