She came--I saw her smiling, beaming with joy, a picture of lovely youth--then her arms went suddenly up and she fell--backward--the arrow showing in her breast.
If I told the story a hundred times, I could not tell it differently." "We do not wish you to, Mr.Travis.Only there must be somewhere in your mind a recollection of the angle which her body presented to the railing as she came forward." The unhappy man shook his head, at which token of helplessness Mr.Gryce beckoned to Sweetwater and whispered a few words in his ear.

The man nodded and withdrew, going the length of the gallery, where he disappeared among the arches, to reappear shortly after in the gallery opposite.

When he reached Section II, Mr.Gryce again addressed the witness, who, to his surprise and to that of the Coroner as well, had become reabsorbed in his own thoughts to the entire disregard of what this movement might portend.

It took a sharp word to rouse him.
"I am going to ask you to watch the young man who has just shown himself on the other side, and tell us to what extent his movements agree with those made by the young lady prior to her collapse and fall to the floor." For an instant indignation robbed the stranger of all utterance.

Then he burst forth: "You would make a farce of what is so sad and dreadful, and she scarcely cold! It is dishonoring to the young lady.