They are few in number," he added, as he unfolded a slip of paper taken from his vest pocket.

"But they are very vital, Mr.Roberts.Here is the first: "'Whose hand carried the bow from cellar to gallery ?'" The director remained silent; but the oppression of that silence was difficult for them all to endure.
"This the second: "'Was it the same that carried the arrow from one gallery to another ?'" Still no word; but Mr.Gryce, who was watching Mr.Roberts' every move without apparently looking up from the knob of his own cane, turned resolutely aside; the strain was too great.

How long could such superhuman composure endure?
And which word of all that were to come would break it?
Meanwhile, the District Attorney was reading the third question.
"'Is it possible for an arrow, shot through the loophole made by the curving in of the vase, to reach the mark set for it by Mr.Travis' testimony ?' "That question was answered when Mr.La Fleche made his experiments from behind the two pedestals.

It could not have been done from the one behind which Mr.Travis crouched, but was entirely possible from the rear of the other." With a wave of his hand, Mr.Roberts dismissed this, and the District Attorney proceeded.
"'Which of the men and women known to be in the museum when this arrow was delivered has enough knowledge of archery to string a bow?
A mark can be reached by chance, but only an accustomed hand can string a bow as unyielding as this one.' "I will pause there, Mr.Roberts.You may judge by our presence here to whose hand and to whose skill we have felt forced to ascribe this wanton shooting of a young and lovely girl.

We wish to be undeceived, and stand ready to listen to anything you may have to say in contradiction of these conclusions.