what his stepfather, Mr. Folliot, had to say about the event.

"My stepfather says--and I tell you he saw the man," said
Sackville, who was noted in Wrychester circles as a loquacious
and forward youth; "he says that whatever happened must have
happened as soon as ever the old chap got up into that
clerestory gallery. Look here!--it's like this. My
stepfather had gone in there for the morning service--strict
old church-goer he is, you know--and he saw this stranger
going up the stairway. He's positive, Mr. Folliot, that it
was then five minutes to ten. Now, then, I ask you--isn't he
right, my stepfather, when he says that it must have happened
at once--immediately?

"Because that man, Varner, the mason, says he saw the man fall
before ten. What?"

One of the group nodded at Bryce.

"I should think Bryce knows what time it happened as well as
anybody," he said. "You were first on the spot, Bryce,
weren't you?"

"After Varner," answered Bryce laconically. "As to the time
--I could fix it in this way--the organist was just beginning
a voluntary or something of the sort."

"That means ten o'clock--to the minute--when he was found!"
exclaimed Sackville triumphantly. "Of course, he'd fallen a
minute or two before that--which proves Mr. Folliot to be