Detective Gryce was looking, not in the direction named, but in the one directly opposite to it.
"I see," he quietly observed, "that there is a clear view across.

Was there no one in the right-hand gallery to see what went on in the left ?" "Not that I have heard of.

It's the dullest hour of the day, and not only this gallery but many of the rooms were entirely empty." "I see.

And now, what about the persons who were here?
How many of them have you let go ?" "Not one; the doors have been opened twice only--once to admit the officer you will find on guard, and the other to let in yourself." "Good! And how many have you here, all told ?" "I have not had time to count them, but I should say less than thirty.
This includes myself, as well as two attendants." With a thoughtful air Mr.Gryce turned in the direction of the few persons he could see huddled together around one of the central statues.
"Where are the others ?" he asked.
"Upstairs--in and about the place where the poor child lies." "They must be got out of there.

Sweetwater!" The young man who had entered with him was at his side in an instant.
"Clear the galleries.