guardian and the dismissed assistant, glanced at Bryce with
interest.

"You were on the spot first, weren't you?" he asked: "Do you
think it really was murder?"

"I don't know what it was," answered Bryce. "And I wasn't
first on the spot. That was Varner, the mason--he called me."
He turned from the lad to glance at the girl, who was peeping
curiously over the gate into the yews and cypresses. "Do you
think your father's at the Library just now?" he asked.
"Shall I find him there?"

"I should think he is," answered Betty Campany. "He generally
goes down about this time." She turned and pulled Dick
Bewery's sleeve. "Let's go up in the clerestory," she said.
"We can see that, anyway."

"Also closed, miss," said the policeman, shaking his head.
"No admittance there, neither. The public firmly warned
off--so to speak. 'I won't have the Cathedral turned into a
peepshow!' that's precisely what I heard the Dean say with my
own ears. So--closed!"

The boy and the girl turned away and went off across the
Close, and the policeman looked after them and laughed.

"Lively young couple, that, sir!" he said. "What they call
healthy curiosity, I suppose? Plenty o' that knocking around
in the city today."