On the instant the noise from the organ ceased, and he saw the black figure of a woman rise above the gallery-rail and look down.
"Who is it ?" the indubitable voice of Miss Madden demanded sharply.
Theron had a sudden sheepish notion of turning and running.

With the best grace he could summon, he called out an explanation instead.
"Wait a minute.

I'm through now.

I'm coming down," she returned.

He thought there was a note of amusement in her tone.
She came to him a moment later, accompanied by a thin, tall man, whom Theron could barely see in the dark, now that the organ-light too was gone.