A blast of cold air blew out the storm lanterns, plunging the vault into darkness, and just as Riddle switched his torch back on, mitigating the sensation that the walls were closing in on them, when a burst of music ricocheted around them and a voice boomed out:
"My besaiel was a Witch doctor
And this he said to me,
When teaching me anthrozoology,
As we lay neath the Linden Tree,
'Oo, Ee, Oo-Aa-Aa,
Bing, Bang, Wallah-Wallah, Bing, Bang,"
Oo, Ee, Oo-Aa-Aa,
Bing, Bang, Wallah-Wallah, Bing, Bang!'
which caused Jasmine to let out a yelp and fling her arms wide, knocking over a roll of documents, tied with a pink ribbon, which bounced along a wall-paper pasting table and struck an empty milk bottle perched precariously at the edge and tipped it over, and it fell to the stone floor and smashed into hundreds of pieces, one of which flew up in a lazy arc, that they could all see, spinning and twisting around it's own axis and scattering the beam of light from Riddle's torch like a Disco Ball, and the slivers of light seemed to spray the vault and throw everything into relief, including the four faces which were deathly pale in contrast to the Stygian gloom, and Jasmine saw it and screamed again!