Listen, then, and when your own name is spoken, step quickly into place, whether that place be on this floor or in the rooms or galleries above .-- Mrs.Alice Lee!" You can imagine the flurry, the excitement and the blank looks of the average men and women he addressed.

But not one hesitated to obey.

Mrs.
Lee was on the farther side of one of the statues before her name had more than left his lips.

Her example set the pace for those who followed.
Like soldiers at roll-call, each one responded to the summons, going now in one direction and now in another until on reaching the proper spot he or she stopped.
Only six persons followed the Curator upstairs--an old woman who shook her head violently as she plodded slowly up the marble steps; Correy; a man with a packet of books under his arm (the same who had been studying coins in Section II); a young couple whose movements showed such a marked reluctance that more than one eye followed them as they went hesitatingly up, clinging together with interlocking hands and stopping now on one step and now on another to stare at each other in visible consternation; and a boy of fourteen who grinned from ear to ear as he bounded gayly up three steps at a time and took his position on the threshold of one of the upper doors with all the precision of a soldier called to sentry-duty--a boy scout if ever there was one.
There were twenty-two names on the list, and with the calling out of the twenty-second, Mr.Gryce perceived the space before him entirely cleared of its odd assortment of people.

As he turned to take a look at the result, a gleam of satisfaction crossed his time-worn face.