Stretched on his perch, and straining his neck to look, Athribis deemed the time long.

His prying eyes noted carefully the distance of the loose brick from the floor.
Athribis did not recognize the papyrus as one that he had seen before.

The sight of any papyrus, however, had been distasteful to him since the night of his adventure on the roof, but he thought the papyri of that escapade safely burned long ago.

He knew that Heraklas' mother had ordered those destroyed that were found on the roof.

Athribis supposed the one also burnt that had fallen into the court.