That this was so, was shown by her next question: "But where is the bow?
Look about on the floor.

You will find none.

How can an arrow be shot without a bow ?" "It cannot be," came from some one at her back.

"But it can be driven home like a dagger if the hand wielding it is sufficiently powerful." A cry left her lips; she seemed to listen as for some echo; then in a wild abandonment which ignored person and place she flung herself again at the dead girl's side, and before the astonished people surrounding her could intervene, she had caught up the body in her arms, and bending over it, whispered word after word into the poor child's closed ear.
II IN ROOM B Five minutes later the Curator was at the 'phone calling up Police Headquarters.

A death had occurred at the museum.