Instead, he looked around at the Inspector and quietly remarked: "I will shoot standing, since you so request, but I think you will find that the arrow which caused death was delivered by a man kneeling." A flash of the eye between the two detectives, which only one man saw! All the others were watching the lightning flight of the arrow.

It struck the dummy full and square.

Everyone shuddered, even the Inspector; it brought the real tragedy so vividly to mind.
Meanwhile a movement had taken place in the small group of men watching from the other side.

One of them stepped fully into view and approaching the figure thus attacked, drew out the arrow and made close examination of the hole it had made and shook his head.

It was Coroner Price.
"Try again, and from behind the pedestal this time," he called out across the intervening space as he stepped back into his former place of observation.
The Inspector motioned his wishes to the Indian, who with a subtle twist of his body slipped behind the pedestal.
"That's better," was the Inspector's quick comment.