Layton, Luke and Emmy had made it to the door of Alisons room. The small crowd of magicians watched worriedly as he knocked on the door gently three times.

The door was opened by the receptionist, Mrs Criffe.

"Ah. Mr Layton." she sighed. "It's awful. My poor dear is in a right old state." she said, her sad old eyes looking up to the professor.

"Is she hurt?" Professor Layton asked worriedly, his assistants sharing the same worry on their faces.

"She's fine. A bit shaken up but she's calmed down a fair bit since she woke up. Would you like to come in?" Mrs Criffe explained, as she beckonned the three in. Some of the magicians tried to follow in, only to be waved off by the old lady.

"Be off with you. Don't crowd the room. You can come see her later." she scolded softly as the men and women parted down the corridor with dissapointed murmuring. She closed the door.

Alison sat back on the couch in front of them, unaware that someone had come in. She sat staring down at the floor in front of her. She looked incredibly pailed from her ordeal. Phoenix stood next to her, holding one of her hands reasurringly, and the other patting her back gently.

"My dear. You weren't to blame..." he said. "You're my daughter, and I would know better than to think that you had been careless".

Layton raised his eyebrow, and rubbed his chin as he began to deduce something quietly. His assistants watched him, knowing that look on his face and trying to figure out what he had spotted.

"I'm just glad you're not hurt dear." Said Mrs Criffe as she walked over to the quiet Alison, and planted a kiss on the top of her head.

Layton then saw the final peice of evidence. Alison was the daughter of Phoenix and Mrs Criffe.

"Mum..." Alison whispered as her mother hugged her and then sat down.

"Now hush dear. Mister Laytons here. Maybe he saw something unusual." she said, looking over to the three.

"Come take a seat you three. I hear you've been looking around the theatre." Mrs Criffe said, patting the other sofa.

"Why certainly." Layton said, walking over to take a seat. Luke and Emmy followed him.

"Maybe you're calm enough now to relay what happened hey Ali?" Phoenix asked as he squeezed her shoulder.

Alison looked up, and nodded to her father.

"Well... he came in... I tried to stop him, but he barged in."

"Who?" Luke asked, only to be hushed by Layton.

"A true gentlemen does not rush a distressed lady." he smiled down to him with an eyebrow raised. Luke nodded, and looked back sheepishly.

"Sorry Alison..."

Alison smiled at luke, before looking back up. "I couldn't tell. He was wearing a mask like all the other magicians. He tried to get me to sell my equipment. I naturally declined his offer, but he wouldn't take no for an answer... It was all a blur what happened next. All I remember is waking up with my props missing." Alison explained, twiddling her thumbs. "He even tied me up with my own trick rope..." she said, looking humilliated.

"So you didn't get a good look at his face. Was there any descerning feature at all?" Layton asked.

"No. He just wore a plain white mask and a black suit. Nothing out of the ordinary from the other magicians." Alison replied.

"I see..." Layton nodded, as he looked back to his assistants.

"Did you find anything at all out of the ordinary?" Mrs Criffe asked, looking a bit pessemistic.

"Well." Emmy spoke up. "We did find one thing. That being the Detregan in one of the other stages. Would you happen to know anything about it?" she asked.

"A Detregan?" Phoenix asked, sounding slightly surprised. "That organ that the famous Whistler invented? I had no Idea of that. Perhaps they made a replica of it for the theatre. Do you know anything about this Clarice?" he asked, turning to his wife.

Mrs Criffe shrugged as Phoenix asked her. "Well dear. I heard some of the staff talking about something under the same name. Some musician requested one was installed for his show. Was apparently expensive to buy and install. That aside. I hadn't heard much of it." she replied, pushing her glasses on to the bride of her nose while she tried to jog her memory. "Though, what does this have to do with the man who robbed Alison?" she asked.

Layton folded his arms. "I have a feeling someone may be trying to sabbotage your guild, but I can't be certain." he replied.

Phoenix gave a shudder. "Someone sabbotaging with my guild? I will not have this." He hissed, before looking to the three. " Mister Layton. I hate to ask more favours of you, but could you help us look in to this? I couldn't bare for my troupe to fall under the hands of some petty sabboteur." he pleaded.

Layton smiled with a nod. "Most certainly. You gave us an oppurtunity to watch your marvelous magicians. I'll more than happily repay you by investigating. But first, you may want to inform Scottland Yard of your robbery. Hopefully they can help track down the stolen equipment." Layton said.

"Already done. As soon as Alison woke up, Clarice was phoning every emergency service under the sun." Phoenix said, glancing at Clarice.

"When my baby girl's in trouble, I don't waste time." Clarice smirked proudly, patting Alison on the back.

Layton smiled with a chuckle. "Very good. We'll leave you to rest." he said, tipping his hat to the three before standing up. "Come on. We have some work to do!" he said to Luke and Emmy, who hopped to their feet, eager to get stuck in.