A minute--two minutes--five minutes--how could he tell! He had no watch in hand.
Mr.Gryce thought possibly he might assist the man's memory on this point but forbore to do so at the time.

It was enough for his present purpose that the necessary link to the establishment of his theory had been found.

No more doubt now that the bow lying in the niche of the doorway overhead had been the one made use of in this desperate tragedy; and the way thus cleared for him, he could confidently proceed in his search for the man who had flung it there.

He believed him to be within his reach at that very moment, but his countenance gave no index to his thought as reapproaching the young man now sitting all alone on the bench, he halted before him and pleasantly inquired: "Do I see you for the first time?
I thought we had listed the name of every person in the building.

How is it that we did not get yours ?" The tide of color which instantly flooded the young man's countenance astonished Mr.Gryce both by its warmth and fullness.