How about yours, sir ?" "My dream was of a crime, not of an accident.

No man could be such a fool as you have made out this X of yours to be.

Only an extraordinary purpose or some imperious necessity could drive a man to shoot an arrow across an open court where people were passing hither and yon, even if he didn't see anyone in the gallery." "By which you mean----" "That he had already marked the approach of his victim and was ready with his weapon." "You are undoubtedly right, and I only wish to say this: that the purpose in my relation was merely to show the method and manner of this shooting, leaving _you_ to put on the emphasis of crime if you saw fit." The gravity with which Mr.Gryce received this suggestion had the effect of slightly embarrassing Sweetwater.

Yet he presently ventured to add after a moment of respectful waiting: "Did you know that after I woke from my dream I had a moment's doubt as to its accuracy on one point?
The bow was undoubtedly flung behind the curtain, but the man----" He paused abruptly.

A morsel of clean white paper had just been pushed across the table under his eyes, and a peremptory voice was saying: "Write me his name.