We could not leave the place quite unguarded." If she shuddered he did not observe it.

Having summoned up all her forces to meet this ordeal, she followed him without further word, and re-entering the spot she had so lately left in great agony of mind, stopped for one look and for one look only at the sweet face of the dead girl smiling up at her from the cold floor, then she showed Mr.Gryce as nearly as she could just where she had paused in shock and horror when the poor child smitten by the fatal arrow fell back almost into her arms.
The detective, with a glance at the opposite gallery, turned and spoke to the officer who had stepped aside into the neighboring section.
"Take the place just occupied by this lady," he said, "and hold it till you hear from me again." Then offering his arm to Mrs.Taylor, he led her out.
"I see that you were approaching the railing overlooking the court when you were stopped in this fearful manner," he remarked when well down the gallery toward its lower exit.

"What did you have in mind?
A nearer glimpse of the tapestry over there and the two great vases ?" "No, no." She was wrought up by now to a tension almost unendurable.

"It was the court--what I might see in the court.

Oh!" she impulsively cried: "the child! the child! that innocent, beautiful child!" And breaking away from his arm, she threw herself against the wall in a burst of uncontrollable weeping.
He allowed her a moment of unrestrained grief, then he took her on his arm again and led her down into the court where he gave her into the charge of Correy.