The Frenchwoman bowed and smiled, and drew her skirts aside as she swept out of the room, while the rest of the servants shuffled out in an awkward fashion, as if every one was eager not to be the last.
“Now then,” cried Tom to the policeman, as the baronet went to the chimney-piece to rest his head upon his hand, “why are you come?”
“This gentleman, sir,” said the constable, nodding his head at Sir Grantley, “asked me to take up the case. Been investigating, and I’ve got some evidence.”
“What is it?” cried Tom.
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.”