The two men had been sitting together on the steps of the fountain, facing toward the Gate, and Daniel hadn't seen them until he'd drawn close enough to hear them. He was just getting ready to shift direction, and swing wide around the fountain, when the man who wasn't Sir Richard Apthorp stood up, turned around, and dipped a goblet into the fountain – and caught sight of Daniel standing there flat-footed. Now Daniel recognized him – he was only too easy to recognize in a dark Trinity courtyard with blood on his hands. 'I say!' Jeffreys exclaimed, 'is that a new statue over there? A Puritan saint? Oh, I'm wrong, it is moving now – what appeared to be a Pillar of Virtue, is revealed as Daniel Waterhouse – ever the keen observer – now making an empiric study of us. Don't worry, Sir Richard, Mr. Waterhouse sees all and does nothing – a model Royal Society man.'