Even with these three means of escape in our minds, it is difficult to see how it was possible for anyone to get from the gallery to the court in the minute or so elapsing between the cry of the dying girl and the appearance at her side of the man studying coins in the adjoining section." "You are right.

There was a delay somewhere, as we shall find later on.
But granting this delay, a man would have to move fast to go the full length of the court from the Curator's room even in the time which this small delay might afford him.

But perhaps you cut this inextricable knot by locating Correy somewhere else than where he placed himself at the making of the chart." "No, I cut it in another way.

You remember my starting to tell you just now how, in my dissatisfaction with a certain portion of my dream, I refused to believe in the escape of my Mr.X by the way of the Curator's office.

The tapestry was lifted, the bow flung behind, but the man stepped back instead of forward.