If it could not, belief in his statements would be confirmed and their minds be cleared of a doubt which must hamper all their future movements.
The second director, whose name was Clayton, stood at the left of the Inspector and close against the tapestry.

To him that official now turned with this explanation: "The bow you see in Mr.La Fleche's hand is similar in length and weight to the one found lying strung for use in the doorway back of where you are now standing.

The arrow is from the same quiver as the one which entered Miss Willetts' breast....

Did you speak ?" No, Mr.Clayton had not spoken; yet for some reason a thrill had passed through the small group surrounding him, which had heightened the consciousness of them all.

Eyes and ears became alert; only the Indian showed stolidity.
"Mr.La Fleche, you will first stand here," continued the Inspector, pointing to the spot which Mr.Travis had finally settled upon as the one where he had been standing at the moment he saw Miss Willetts fall.
The Indian took the place, sighted the figure diagonally opposite and laid his finger on the string.
"An inch to the left of the bunch of flowers pinned on the dummy's breast," murmured Mr.Gryce almost in his ear.
It was a breathless moment; even the two detectives showed excitement.
But the Indian failed to shoot.