Evidently it was as marked with surprise as the detective had calculated upon, for with an air of great astonishment the Inspector turned upon him with the whispered exclamation: "Travis here! where he could listen--see----" "Yes.

Take a good look at him, Inspector.

It won't trouble him any.

I doubt if he would notice us if we stepped into the room." And such was the opinion of the Inspector himself, as he remarked the extreme excitement under which the Englishman was laboring.

Absorbed in thoughts of his own, he was pacing the room with long strides, turning mechanically as he met some impediment, but otherwise oblivious to his surroundings, even to the point of not noting the presence of Sweetwater, who stood quietly watching him from one of the corners.
This display of feeling was certainly eloquent enough to attract anyone's attention, but what gave it impressiveness to the official mind was this: his excitement was that of triumph, not fear, of hope without any trace of confusion.
"It is not of himself he is thinking," muttered Gryce.
"And he stood _here_ ?" "No--we left him free to move about at will, and his will carried him into full view of the whole performance." "And Sweetwater ?" "Was near enough to note his every move, but of course kept himself well out of sight." Then as they both stepped back from the doorway: "Mr.Travis didn't know he was being watched.