I had been looking it over (this was after Reynolds had gone, of course) and had already noted a certain defect in it, when on chancing to look up, my eyes fell on a mirror hanging in a closet the door of which stood wide open.

A face was visible in it--a very white face which altered under my scrutiny into a semblance more natural.

It was that of Correy--you remember Correy, one of the assistants, and an honest fellow enough, but more troubled at this moment than I had ever seen him.

What could have happened?
"Wheeling quickly about, I caught him just as he started to go.

He had openly declared that he did not know this bow; but it was evident that he did, and I did not hesitate to say so.