"Some one must have been looking that way." But no answer came, and the silence was fast becoming oppressive when these words, whispered by one woman to another, roused them anew and sent every glance again to the walls--even hers for whose benefit this remark had possibly been made: "But there are no arrows over there.

All the arrows are here." She was right.

They were here, quiver after quiver of them; nor were they all beyond reach.

As the woman thus significantly assailed noted this and saw with what suspicion others noted it also, a decided change took place in her aspect.
"I should like to sit down," she murmured.

Possibly she was afraid she might fall.
As some one brought a chair, she spoke, but very tremulously, to the director: "Are there no arrows in the rooms over there ?" "I am quite sure not." "And no bows ?" "None." "If--if anyone had been seen in the gallery----" "No one was." "You are sure of that ?" "You heard the question asked.