"I see," said the man. He poured himself two inches of the topaz liquor; it rocked in the glass. Caroline sniffed inquiringly. "That's the Scotch," she said; "I know by the smell, partly like cologne and partly smoky. Do you like it?" The man raised the glass to the level of his eyes and watched the light play through it, then made a slight movement of his arm and the whisky disappeared smoothly. "Your Aunt Edith's taste is as good as her voice," he said, eyeing Caroline carefully. "Oh, that's not Aunt Edith's--that's Uncle Joe's," she explained. Then, as it flashed across her suddenly. "Did you want to see him? He's in New York, too. They're going to have pictures taken of Miss Honey and General. But after that, Uncle Joe's going to Chicago. Did you want him?" "N-no, not exactly," said the man, studying his well-kept finger-nails. "I can't say I do. No, my business is with--is more--" He stopped suddenly and followed the direction of Caroline's eyes. There on the sideboard behind him stood a leather suit-case, long and solid looking. It was open and tight rows of forks and spoons filled it. The room was quite still for a moment. Caroline wanted to show by some intelligent remark that she understood the situation, and could easily imagine what the man was doing with the silver, but she found this difficult. Strange people came to Aunt Edith's house. Dark, foreign-looking men ate meals there at unusual hours; once Caroline had seen with her own eyes a plump, yellow German fall suddenly on his knees at Aunt Edith's feet, as a hand-organ struck up its brassy music under the window, and burst into passionate singing, waving a whisk-broom in the air and offering it to Aunt Edith with the most extraordinary force of manner. And her aunt, who wore at the time a raincoat and tam o'shanter cap, had leaned forward graciously, gurgled out a most delicious little tune, accepted the whisk-broom, affected to inhale its fragrance rapturously, and whirled into a big and beautiful song in which the plump, yellow gentleman joined, and rising seized her in his arms, at which point they drowned the hand-organ completely, and the hand-organ man and Uncle Joe applauded loudly, and they gave the hand-organ man all he could eat and a dollar.