He found, after a moment's consideration, that it was possible.
Mr.Gryce, for all his efforts and systematic inquiry into the position which each person had held at or near this time, had been able to find but one who chanced to be looking in the direction of this gallery, and he with a limited view which took in only the upper part of the tapestry.
A probe in a fresh direction might reach a more vulnerable spot.
"But you had been behind the pedestal ?" Dr.Price suggested.
"Yes"-- the quick flush coming again.

"My old timidity led me to conceal myself where I could watch undetected her bright young figure pass from arch to arch along the opposite gallery.

Not till she had got past my line of view did I step out, and then--then it was to see what I have already told you--her rush toward the front--the start she gave--the fall--that cruel arrow! I own that I shrank back into my narrow hiding-place when I realized that all was at an end--that she was dead." "Why?
You had been witness to a deed of blood--a deed which must have recalled to you the anxiety expressed by the woman whom you regarded as the young girl's guardian; and yet you shrank back--out of sight--away from those who had the right to make inquiries! How do you explain that, Mr.Travis ?" "I cannot, except that I was so dazed, so stricken, that I was hardly conscious of what I did.

And, sirs, believe me or not, had it not been for the refuge afforded by that narrow space behind the pedestal, I think I should have fallen headlong to the floor.

When I came again to myself, which was after some of the confusion had abated, I had only one thought in mind: to suppress myself and my story lest some shadow should fall across her sweet purity.