But why ?" He smiled slightly and picked up his flute.

With infinite softness a waltz danced lightly through the quiet room.

To such a fanciful, eerie piping might the ghost of a child have danced.

Then without pause or warning it swung dramatically into a stirring melody of power and dignity.
The wretched man by the table buried his face in his hands and groaned.
"Ah!" said Carl softly.

"So Monsieur has heard that tune before?
That in itself is illuminating." With a leer Hunch entered and deposited a tray upon the table.