The question roused Templeton from his abstracted scrutiny of the audience.  He glanced at his watch; it was two minutes to seven.  Some of the soldiers were already stamping their feet and calling "Time!"  He looked up and down the hall, along the walls, into the doorway.  Eves was not to be seen.  A misgiving seized him.  Eves had been very keen on coming to this meeting.  Was he contemplating a "rag"?  The idea made Templeton perspire.