The quarter in which she now stood was the most beautiful, and, possibly, the most precious of them all. In it blazed the five great windows which were the glory of the room; but there are no hiding-places in windows, and much as she revelled in colour, she dared not waste a moment on them. There was more hope for her in the towering stalls, with their possible drawers for books. But Hetty was before her in the attempt she made to lift the lids of the two great seats. “Nothing in either,” said she; and Violet, with a sigh, turned towards the table. This was an immense affair, made to accommodate itself to the shape of the room, but with a hollowed-out space on the window-side large enough to hold a chair for the sitter who would use its top as a desk. On it were various articles suitable to its double use. Without being crowded, it displayed a pile of magazines and pamphlets, boxes for stationery, a writing pad with its accompaniments, a lamp, and some few ornaments, among which was a large box, richly inlaid with pearl and ivory, the lid of which stood wide open. “Don’t touch,” admonished Violet, as Hetty stretched out her hand to move some little object aside. “You have already worked here busily in the search you made this morning.” “We handled everything.” “Did you go through these pamphlets?” “We shook open each one. We were especially particular here, since it was at this table I saw Mrs. Quintard stop.” “With head level or drooped?” “Drooped.” “Like one looking down, rather than up, or around?” “Yes. A ray of red light shone on her sleeve. It seemed to me the sleeve moved as though she were reaching out.” “Will you try to stand as she did and as nearly in the same place as possible?” Hetty glanced down at the table edge, marked where the gules dominated the blue and green, and moved to that spot, and paused with her head sinking slowly towards her breast. “Very good,” exclaimed Violet. “But the moon was probably in a very different position from what the sun is now.” “You are right; it was higher up; I chanced to notice it.” “Let me come,” said Violet. Hetty moved, and Violet took her place but in a spot a step or two farther front. This brought her very near to the centre of the table. Hanging her head, just as Hetty had done, she reached out her right hand. “Have you looked under this blotter?” she asked, pointing towards the pad she touched. “I mean, between the blotter and the frame which holds it?” “I certainly did,” answered Hetty, with some pride. Violet remained staring down. “Then you took off everything that was lying on it?” “Oh, yes.” Violet continued to stare down at the blotter. Then impetuously: “Put them back in their accustomed places.” Hetty obeyed.