"You heard the explosion?"
"Heard it? Why——"
"Where did it appear to come from?"
"It came from Prof. Arnold's study, as plain as your voice comes from you, but I don't see——"
"That will do," said the district attorney, handing the witness over to Shagarach.
"What do you say to my sketch of this Hebe?" asked Ecks.
"The drawing would be creditable in a gingerbread doll," answered Wye.
They were a sorry pair of lookers-on, both of them, appearing to regard the whole panorama of creation as a sort of arsenal of happy suggestions, especially established by Providence for the embellishment of their forthcoming works. But Hans Heiderman in his back seat didn't think she appeared homely at all in her red-checked dress and flaming hair, done up in Circassian coils. Of course he was looking at the soul of the girl, which was better than gold, and which neither Ecks nor Wye, for all their wise smiles, the least bit understood.
"You are rather accurate in your observations of time?" asked Shagarach.
"Oh, yes; I'm noted for that. I haven't looked at the clock for an hour, but I could tell you what time it is now."