"Mr. La Flèche, you will first stand here," continued the Inspector, pointing to the spot which Mr. Travis had finally settled upon as the one where he had been standing at the moment he saw Miss Willetts fall.
The Indian took the place, sighted the figure diagonally opposite and laid his finger on the string.
"An inch to the left of the bunch of flowers pinned on the dummy's breast," murmured Mr. Gryce almost in his ear.
It was a breathless moment; even the two detectives showed excitement.
But the Indian failed to shoot. 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.