The constable led the way into the hall, where there was a rush, for the servants had been standing gazing at something near the door. "Well?" said Tom. "Thought I'd take a look round, sir," said the constable, "to see if there was anything in the way of a clue, and I found this." He pointed to an oblong chest, covered with green baize, and with a couple of broad leather straps across it. "Well, it's an organ," said Tom. "Yes, sir," said the constable nodding. "That's just about what it is." Tom stared at the man, and the man stared at Tom, and then they returned to the dining-room. "Where was it?" said Tom shortly. "Just underneath the area steps, sir, close agin the dust-bin," said the constable. "Ought to have been in it," cried Tom, sharply. "Now, who's this fellow?" The ragged man, who had been standing on one leg with the foot of the other against his knee, looking like a dilapidated crane, put his foot down and began to make tugs at his hair. "Beg parding, sir, on'y a poor man, sir. Been pickin' up a job or two, fetching up kebs and kerridges, sir--party, sir, over at three 'undred and nine, sir. I was a waitin' about afore the swells began to come, when I sees a big tall man a-hangin' about, lookin' as if there was something on, so I goes into the doorway lower down and watches on him." "Had he got an organ with him?" said Tom excitedly. "I heerd one a-playin' just before, sir, and then I see him a-leaning agin the hairy railings, and arter a bit he seemed to chuck somethin' up agin the winder and then walks off." "Well, go on, my man," said Tom, eagerly. "Then I didn't think no more on it, sir, till all at once I sees a hansom come up and stop at the corner, and this same chap gets out, and that made me feel wild-like and take notice, 'cause it seemed as if I ought to have looked out sharper, and got the job." "All right; go on," cried Tom. "Well, sir, then he goes away and the keb waits and he walks by this here house, and begins whistling this chune as I've often heerd them orgin grinders play." The man sucked in his cheeks, and whistled three or four bars of the prison song in _Trovatore_. "Then, as I kep my hye on him, I sees the front door open quietly, and a lady come out in a long cloak; and she seemed as if she was a-goin' to faint away, but he kitches her tight, and half runs her along to wheer the keb was a-standin', and I was ready for him this time, holding my arm over the wheel so as to keep the lady's dress outer the mud." "Yes, yes," cried Tom, for the man, who had kept on polishing his hat, dropped it and picked it up hastily, to begin repolishing it. "Well, sir, she was a-cryin' like one o'clock--in highsteriks like--and he says something to her in a furren languidge, and then, as she gets in he says, `Take keer,' he says, called her by her name, like." "Name? What name?" cried Tom, eagerly.