With this doubt in his mind, Mr. Gryce started to approach the couple. As he did so, he observed another curious fact concerning them. They were neither of them in the place natural to people interested in the contents of the great cases which they had crossed the hall to examine. Instead of standing where a full view of these cases could be had, they had withdrawn so far behind them that they presented the appearance of persons in hiding. Yet as he drew nearer and noted their youth and countrified appearance, Mr. Gryce was careful to assume his most benign deportment and so to modulate his voice as to call up the pink into the young woman's cheek and the deep red into the man's. What Mr. Gryce said was this: "You are interested I see in this show of old armor? I don't wonder. It is very curious. Is this your first visit to the museum?" The man nodded; the woman lowered her head. Both were self-conscious to a point painful to see. "It is a pity your first visit should be spoiled by anything so dreadful as the accidental death of this young girl. It seems to have frightened you both very much." "Yes, yes," muttered the man. "We never saw anybody hurt before." "Did you know the young lady?" "Oh, no; oh, no!" they both hastened to cry out in a confused jumble, after which the man added: "We--we're from up the river. We don't know anybody in this big town." As he spoke, he began to edge away from the wall, the girl following. "Wait!" smiled the detective. "You are getting out of place. You were looking at the armor when you first heard the hubbub over there?" Both were silent. "What were you looking at?" "I was looking at her, and her was looking at me," stammered the man. "We were--were talking together here--we didn't notice----" "Just married, eh?" "Yesterday noon, sir. How--how did you know?" "I didn't know; I only guessed. And I think I can guess something else--what your reason was for stealing into this dark corner." It was the man who now looked down, and the woman who looked up. In a pinch of this kind, it is the woman who is the more courageous. "He was a-kissin' of me, sir," she whispered in a frank but shamefaced way. "There was no harm in that, was there? We're so fond of one another, and how could we know that anyone was dying so near?"