“I bet I saw that couple, not over an hour ago. She was dressed in white, and looked to me as if she didn’t want to be out. I didn’t happen to think at the time, but now I remember. They acted sort o’ funny. She did, anyhow. They went in this park down at the Fourth Street end there.” “Supposing we beat it, then,” suggested Halsey, weary for something to do. “Sure,” said the other quickly, and together they began a careful search, kicking around in the moonlight under the trees. The moon was leaning moderately toward the west, and all the branches were silvered with light and dew. Among the flowers, past clumps of bushes, near the fountain, they searched, each one going his way alone. At last, the wandering Halsey paused beside a thick clump of flaming bushes, ruddy, slightly, even in the light. A murmur of voices greeted him, and something very much like the sound of a sob. “What’s that?” he said mentally, drawing near and listening. “Why don’t you come on now?” said the first of the voices heard. “They won’t let you in any more. You’re with me, ain’t you? What’s the use cryin’?” No answer to this, but no sobs. She must have been crying silently. “Come on. I can take care of yuh. We can live in Hoboken. I know a place where we can go to-night. That’s all right.” There was a movement as if the speaker were patting her on the shoulder. “What’s the use cryin’? Don’t you believe I love yuh?” The officer who had stolen quietly around to get a better view now came closer. He wanted to see for himself. In the moonlight, from a comfortable distance, he could see them seated. The tall bushes were almost all about the bench. In the arms of the youth was the girl in white, held very close. Leaning over to get a better view, he saw him kiss her and hold her--hold her in such a way that she could but yield to him, whatever her slight disinclination. It was a common affair at earlier hours, but rather interesting now. The officer was interested. He crept nearer. “What are you two doin’ here?” he suddenly inquired, rising before them, as though he had not seen. The girl tumbled out of her compromising position, speechless and blushing violently. The young man stood up, nervous, but still defiant. “Aw, we were just sittin’ here,” he replied. “Yes? Well, say, what’s your name? I think we’re lookin’ for you two, anyhow. Almerting?” “That’s me,” said the youth. “And yours?” he added, addressing Theresa. “Theresa Rogaum,” replied the latter brokenly, beginning to cry. “Well, you two’ll have to come along with me,” he added laconically. “The Captain wants to see both of you,” and he marched them solemnly away. “What for?” young Almerting ventured to inquire after a time, blanched with fright. “Never mind,” replied the policeman irritably. “Come along, you’ll find out at the station-house. We want you both. That’s enough.”