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You may copy it, give it away or + re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included + with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + Title: Loyalties (Fifth Series Plays) + + Author: John Galsworthy + + Release Date: September 26, 2004 [EBook #4765] + Last Updated: October 28, 2012 + + Language: English + + Character set encoding: ASCII + + *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LOYALTIES (FIFTH SERIES PLAYS) *** + + Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <h2> + <i>GALSWORTHY'S PLAYS</i> + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2H_TOC" id="link2H_TOC"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + <i>Links to All Volumes</i> + </h2> + <table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto" cellpadding="4" border="3"> + <tr> + <td> + THE FIRST SERIES: + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2906/2906-h/2906-h.htm"><b>The + Silver Box</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2907/2907-h/2907-h.htm"><b>Joy</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2908/2908-h/2908-h.htm"><b>Strife</b></a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + THE SECOND SERIES: + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2909/2909-h/2909-h.htm"><b>The + Eldest Son</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2910/2910-h/2910-h.htm"><b>Little + Dream</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2911/2911-h/2911-h.htm"><b>Justice</b></a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + THE THIRD SERIES: + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2912/2912-h/2912-h.htm"><b>The + Fugitive</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2913/2913-h/2913-h.htm"><b>The + Pigeon</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2914/2914-h/2914-h.htm"><b>The + Mob</b></a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + THE FOURTH SERIES: + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2915/2915-h/2915-h.htm"><b>A + Bit O'Love</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2916/2916-h/2916-h.htm"><b>The + Foundations</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2917/2917-h/2917-h.htm"><b>The + Skin Game</b></a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + THE FIFTH SERIES: + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/4764/4764-h/4764-h.htm"><b>A + Family Man</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/4765/4765-h/4765-h.htm"><b>Loyalties</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/4766/4766-h/4766-h.htm"><b>Windows</b></a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + THE SIXTH SERIES: + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2918/2918-h/2918-h.htm"><b>The + First and Last</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2919/2919-h/2919-h.htm"><b>The + Little Man</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2920/2920-h/2920-h.htm"><b>Four + Short Plays</b></a> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <i>FIFTH SERIES PLAYS OF GALSWORTHY</i> + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + LOYALTIES + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + By John Galsworthy + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto" cellpadding="4" border="3"> + <tr> + <td> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> ACT I </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> ACT II </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> ACT III </a> + </p> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + PERSONS OF THE PLAY + + In the Order of Appearance + + CHARLES WINSOR.................. Owner of Meldon Court, near Newmarket + LADY ADELA...................... His Wife + FERDINAND DE LEVIS.............. Young, rich, and new + TREISURE........................ Winsor's Butler + GENERAL CANYNGE................. A Racing Oracle + MARGARET ORME................... A Society Girl + CAPTAIN RONALD DANDY, D.S.O..... Retired + MABEL........................... His Wife + INSPECTOR DEDE.................. Of the County Constabulary + ROBERT.......................... Winsor's Footman + A CONSTABLE..................... Attendant on Dede + AUGUSTUS BOBBING................ A Clubman + LORD ST ERTH.................... A Peer of the Realm + A FOOTMAN....................... Of the Club + MAJOR COLFORD................... A Brother Officer of Dancy's + EDWARD GRAVITER................. A Solicitor + A YOUNG CLERK................... Of Twisden & Graviter's + GILMAN.......................... A Large Grocer + JACOB TWISDEN................... Senior Partner of Twisden & Graviter + RICARDOS........................ An Italian, in Wine + + ACT I. + SCENE I. CHARLES WINSOR's dressing-room at Meldon Court, near + Newmarket, of a night in early October. + SCENE II. DE LEVIS'S Bedroom at Meldon Court, a few minutes later. + + ACT II. + SCENE I. The Card Room of a London Club between four and five in + the afternoon, three weeks later. + SCENE II. The Sitting-room of the DANCYS' Flat, the following + morning. + + ACT III. + SCENE I. OLD MR JACOB TWISDEN'S Room at TWISDEN & GRAVITER'S in + Lincoln's Inn Fields, at four in the afternoon, three + months later. + SCENE II. The same, next morning at half-past ten. + SCENE III. The Sitting-room of the DANCYS' Flat, an hour later. +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + ACT I + </h2> + <h3> + SCENE I + </h3> + <blockquote> + <p> + The dressing-room of CHARLES WINSOR, owner of Meldon Court, near + Newmarket; about eleven-thirty at night. The room has pale grey walls, + unadorned; the curtains are drawn over a window Back Left Centre. A bed + lies along the wall, Left. An open door, Right Back, leads into LADY + ADELA's bedroom; a door, Right Forward, into a long corridor, on to + which abut rooms in a row, the whole length of the house's left wing. + WINSOR's dressing-table, with a light over it, is Stage Right of the + curtained window. Pyjamas are laid out on the bed, which is turned back. + Slippers are handy, and all the usual gear of a well-appointed + bed-dressing-room. CHARLES WINSOR, a tall, fair, good-looking man about + thirty-eight, is taking off a smoking jacket. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. Hallo! Adela! + </p> + <p> + V. OF LADY A. [From her bedroom] Hallo! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. In bed? + </p> + <p> + V. OF LADY A. No. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + She appears in the doorway in under-garment and a wrapper. She, too, is + fair, about thirty-five, rather delicious, and suggestive of porcelain. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. Win at Bridge? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. No fear. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Who did? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Lord St Erth and Ferdy De Levis. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. That young man has too much luck—the young bounder won two + races to-day; and he's as rich as Croesus. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Oh! Charlie, he did look so exactly as if he'd sold me a carpet + when I was paying him. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Changing into slippers] His father did sell carpets, wholesale, + in the City. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Really? And you say I haven't intuition! [With a finger on her + lips] Morison's in there. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Motioning towards the door, which she shuts] Ronny Dancy took a + tenner off him, anyway, before dinner. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. No! How? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Standing jump on to a bookcase four feet high. De Levis had to pay + up, and sneered at him for making money by parlour tricks. That young Jew + gets himself disliked. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Aren't you rather prejudiced? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Not a bit. I like Jews. That's not against him—rather the + contrary these days. But he pushes himself. The General tells me he's + deathly keen to get into the Jockey Club. [Taking off his tie] It's + amusing to see him trying to get round old St Erth. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. If Lord St Erth and General Canynge backed him he'd get in if he + did sell carpets! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. He's got some pretty good horses. [Taking off his waistcoat] Ronny + Dancy's on his bones again, I'm afraid. He had a bad day. When a chap + takes to doing parlour stunts for a bet—it's a sure sign. What made + him chuck the Army? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. He says it's too dull, now there's no fighting. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Well, he can't exist on backing losers. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Isn't it just like him to get married now? He really is the most + reckless person. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Yes. He's a queer chap. I've always liked him, but I've never + quite made him out. What do you think of his wife? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Nice child; awfully gone on him. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Is he? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Quite indecently—both of them. [Nodding towards the wall, + Left] They're next door. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Who's beyond them? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. De Levis; and Margaret Orme at the end. Charlie, do you realise + that the bathroom out there has to wash those four? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. I know. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Your grandfather was crazy when he built this wing; six rooms in a + row with balconies like an hotel, and only one bath—if we hadn't put + ours in. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Looking at his watch] Half-past eleven. [Yawns] Newmarket always + makes me sleepy. You're keeping Morison up. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + LADY ADELA goes to the door, blowing a kiss. CHARLES goes up to his + dressing-table and begins to brush his hair, sprinkling on essence. + There is a knock on the corridor door. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + Come in. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS enters, clad in pyjamas and flowered dressing-gown. He is a + dark, good-looking, rather Eastern young man. His face is long and + disturbed. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + Hallo! De Levis! Anything I can do for you? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [In a voice whose faint exoticism is broken by a vexed + excitement] I say, I'm awfully sorry, Winsor, but I thought I'd better + tell you at once. I've just had—er—rather a lot of money + stolen. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. What! [There is something of outrage in his tone and glance, as + who should say: "In my house?"] How do you mean stolen? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. I put it under my pillow and went to have a bath; when I came + back it was gone. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Good Lord! How much? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Nearly a thousand-nine hundred and seventy, I think. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Phew! [Again the faint tone of outrage, that a man should have so + much money about him]. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. I sold my Rosemary filly to-day on the course to Bentman the + bookie, and he paid me in notes. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. What? That weed Dancy gave you in the Spring? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Yes. But I tried her pretty high the other day; and she's in the + Cambridgeshire. I was only out of my room a quarter of an hour, and I + locked my door. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Again outraged] You locked— + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Not seeing the fine shade] Yes, and had the key here. [He taps + his pocket] Look here! [He holds out a pocket-book] It's been stuffed with + my shaving papers. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Between feeling that such things don't happen, and a sense that + he will have to clear it up] This is damned awkward, De Levis. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [With steel in his voice] Yes. I should like it back. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Have you got the numbers of the notes? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. No. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. What were they? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. One hundred, three fifties, and the rest tens and fives. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. What d'you want me to do? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Unless there's anybody you think— + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Eyeing him] Is it likely? + </p> + <p> + DE Levis. Then I think the police ought to see my room. It's a lot of + money. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Good Lord! We're not in Town; there'll be nobody nearer than + Newmarket at this time of night—four miles. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The door from the bedroom is suddenly opened and LADY ADELA appears. She + has on a lace cap over her finished hair, and the wrapper. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + LADY A. [Closing the door] What is it? Are you ill, Mr De Levis? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Worse; he's had a lot of money stolen. Nearly a thousand pounds. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Gracious! Where? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. From under my pillow, Lady Adela—my door was locked—I + was in the bath-room. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. But how fearfully thrilling! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Thrilling! What's to be done? He wants it back. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Of course! [With sudden realisation] Oh! But Oh! it's quite too + unpleasant! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Yes! What am I to do? Fetch the servants out of their rooms? + Search the grounds? It'll make the devil of a scandal. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Who's next to me? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. [Coldly] Oh! Mr De Levis! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Next to you? The Dancys on this side, and Miss Orme on the other. + What's that to do with it? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. They may have heard something. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Let's get them. But Dancy was down stairs when I came up. Get + Morison, Adela! No. Look here! When was this exactly? Let's have as many + alibis as we can. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Within the last twenty minutes, certainly. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. How long has Morison been up with you? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. I came up at eleven, and rang for her at once. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Looking at his watch] Half an hour. Then she's all right. Send + her for Margaret and the Dancys—there's nobody else in this wing. + No; send her to bed. We don't want gossip. D'you mind going yourself, + Adela? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Consult General Canynge, Charlie. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Right. Could you get him too? D'you really want the police, De + Levis? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Stung by the faint contempt in his tone of voice] Yes, I do. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Then, look here, dear! Slip into my study and telephone to the + police at Newmarket. There'll be somebody there; they're sure to have + drunks. I'll have Treisure up, and speak to him. [He rings the bell]. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + LADY ADELA goes out into her room and closes the door. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. Look here, De Levis! This isn't an hotel. It's the sort of thing + that doesn't happen in a decent house. Are you sure you're not mistaken, + and didn't have them stolen on the course? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Absolutely. I counted them just before putting them under my + pillow; then I locked the door and had the key here. There's only one + door, you know. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. How was your window? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Open. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Drawing back the curtains of his own window] You've got a balcony + like this. Any sign of a ladder or anything? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. No. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. It must have been done from the window, unless someone had a + skeleton key. Who knew you'd got that money? Where did Kentman pay you? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Just round the corner in the further paddock. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Anybody about? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Oh, yes! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Suspicious? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. I didn't notice anything. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. You must have been marked down and followed here. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. How would they know my room? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Might have got it somehow. [A knock from the corridor] Come in. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + TREISURE, the Butler, appears, a silent, grave man of almost + supernatural conformity. DE LEVIS gives him a quick, hard look, noted + and resented by WINSOR. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TREISURE. [To WINSOR] Yes, sir? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Who valets Mr De Levis? + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. Robert, Sir. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. When was he up last? + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. In the ordinary course of things, about ten o'clock, sir. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. When did he go to bed? + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. I dismissed at eleven. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. But did he go? + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. To the best of my knowledge. Is there anything I can do, sir? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Disregarding a sign from DE LEVIS] Look here, Treisure, Mr De + Levis has had a large sum of money taken from his bedroom within the last + half hour. + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. Indeed, Sir! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Robert's quite all right, isn't he? + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. He is, sir. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. How do you know? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + TREISURE's eyes rest on DE LEVIS. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TREISURE. I am a pretty good judge of character, sir, if you'll excuse me. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Look here, De Levis, eighty or ninety notes must have been pretty + bulky. You didn't have them on you at dinner? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. No. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Where did you put them? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. In a boot, and the boot in my suitcase, and locked it. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + TREISURE smiles faintly. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. [Again slightly outraged by such precautions in his house] And you + found it locked—and took them from there to put under your pillow? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Yes. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Run your mind over things, Treisure—has any stranger been + about? + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. No, Sir. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. This seems to have happened between 11.15 and 11.30. Is that + right? [DE LEVIS nods] Any noise-anything outside-anything suspicious + anywhere? + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. [Running his mind—very still] No, sir. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. What time did you shut up? + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. I should say about eleven-fifteen, sir. As soon as Major Colford + and Captain Dancy had finished billiards. What was Mr De Levis doing out + of his room, if I may ask, sir? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Having a bath; with his room locked and the key in his pocket. + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. Thank you, sir. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Conscious of indefinable suspicion] Damn it! What do you mean? + I WAS! + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. I beg your pardon, sir. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Concealing a smile] Look here, Treisure, it's infernally awkward + for everybody. + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. It is, sir. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. What do you suggest? + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. The proper thing, sir, I suppose, would be a cordon and a + complete search—in our interests. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. I entirely refuse to suspect anybody. + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. But if Mr De Levis feels otherwise, sir? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Stammering] I? All I know is—the money was there, and + it's gone. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Compunctious] Quite! It's pretty sickening for you. But so it is + for anybody else. However, we must do our best to get it back for you. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + A knock on the door. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. Hallo! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + TREISURE opens the door, and GENERAL. CANYNGE enters. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + Oh! It's you, General. Come in. Adela's told you? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + GENERAL CANYNGE nods. He is a slim man of about sixty, very well + preserved, intensely neat and self-contained, and still in evening + dress. His eyelids droop slightly, but his eyes are keen and his + expression astute. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. Well, General, what's the first move? + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Lifting his eyebrows] Mr De Levis presses the matter? + </p> + <p> + DE Levis. [Flicked again] Unless you think it's too plebeian of me, + General Canynge—a thousand pounds. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Drily] Just so! Then we must wait for the police, WINSOR. Lady + Adela has got through to them. What height are these rooms from the + ground, Treisure? + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. Twenty-three feet from the terrace, sir. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Any ladders near? + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. One in the stables, Sir, very heavy. No others within three + hundred yards. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Just slip down, and see whether that's been moved. + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. Very good, General. [He goes out.] + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Uneasily] Of course, he—I suppose you— + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. We do. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. You had better leave this in our hands, De Levis. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Certainly; only, the way he— + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Curtly] Treisure has been here since he was a boy. I should as + soon suspect myself. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Looking from one to the other—with sudden anger] You seem + to think—! What was I to do? Take it lying down and let whoever it + is get clear off? I suppose it's natural to want my money back? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + CANYNGE looks at his nails; WINSOR out of the window. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. [Turning] Of course, De Levis! + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Sullenly] Well, I'll go to my room. When the police come, + perhaps you'll let me know. He goes out. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Phew! Did you ever see such a dressing-gown? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The door is opened. LADY ADELA and MARGARET ORME come in. The latter is + a vivid young lady of about twenty-five in a vivid wrapper; she is + smoking a cigarette. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + LADY A. I've told the Dancys—she was in bed. And I got through to + Newmarket, Charles, and Inspector Dede is coming like the wind on a motor + cycle. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Did he say "like the wind," Adela? He must have imagination. + Isn't this gorgeous? Poor little Ferdy! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Vexed] You might take it seriously, Margaret; it's pretty beastly + for us all. What time did you come up? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. I came up with Adela. Am I suspected, Charles? How thrilling! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Did you hear anything? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Only little Ferdy splashing. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. And saw nothing? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Not even that, alas! + </p> + <p> + LADY A. [With a finger held up] Leste! Un peu leste! Oh! Here are the + Dancys. Come in, you two! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + MABEL and RONALD DANCY enter. She is a pretty young woman with bobbed + hair, fortunately, for she has just got out of bed, and is in her + nightgown and a wrapper. DANCY is in his smoking jacket. He has a pale, + determined face with high cheekbones, small, deep-set dark eyes, reddish + crisp hair, and looks like a horseman. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. Awfully sorry to disturb you, Mrs Dancy; but I suppose you and + Ronny haven't heard anything. De Levis's room is just beyond Ronny's + dressing-room, you know. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. I've been asleep nearly half an hour, and Ronny's only just come + up. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Did you happen to look out of your window, Mrs Dancy? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Yes. I stood there quite five minutes. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. When? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Just about eleven, I should think. It was raining hard then. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Yes, it's just stopped. You saw nothing? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. No. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. What time does he say the money was taken? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Between the quarter and half past. He'd locked his door and had + the key with him. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. How quaint! Just like an hotel. Does he put his boots out? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Don't be so naughty, Meg. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. When exactly did you come up, Dance? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. About ten minutes ago. I'd only just got into my dressing-room + before Lady Adela came. I've been writing letters in the hall since + Colford and I finished billiards. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. You weren't up for anything in between? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. No. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. The mystery of the grey room. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Oughtn't the grounds to be searched for footmarks? + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. That's for the police. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. The deuce! Are they coming? + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Directly. [A knock] Yes? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + TREISURE enters. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + Well? + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. The ladder has not been moved, General. There isn't a sign. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. All right. Get Robert up, but don't say anything to him. By the + way, we're expecting the police. + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. I trust they will not find a mare's nest, sir, if I may say so. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He goes. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. De Levis has got wrong with Treisure. [Suddenly] But, I say, what + would any of us have done if we'd been in his shoes? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. A thousand pounds? I can't even conceive having it. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. We probably shouldn't have found it out. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. No—but if we had. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Come to you—as he did. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Yes; but there's a way of doing things. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. We shouldn't have wanted the police. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. No. That's it. The hotel touch. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Poor young man; I think we're rather hard on him. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. He sold that weed you gave him, Dancy, to Kentman, the bookie, and + these were the proceeds. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Oh! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. He'd tried her high, he said. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Grimly] He would. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Oh! Ronny, what bad luck! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. He must have been followed here. [At the window] After rain like + that, there ought to be footmarks. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The splutter of a motor cycle is heard. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + MARGARET. Here's the wind! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. What's the move now, General? + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. You and I had better see the Inspector in De Levis's room, + WINSOR. [To the others] If you'll all be handy, in case he wants to put + questions for himself. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. I hope he'll want me; it's just too thrilling. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. I hope he won't want me; I'm dog-tired. Come on, Mabel. [He puts + his arm in his wife's]. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Just a minute, Charles. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He draws dose to WINSOR as the others are departing to their rooms. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. Yes, General? + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. We must be careful with this Inspector fellow. If he pitches + hastily on somebody in the house it'll be very disagreeable. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. By Jove! It will. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. We don't want to rouse any ridiculous suspicion. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Quite. [A knock] Come in! + </p> + <p> + TREISURE enters. + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. Inspector Dede, Sir. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Show him in. + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. Robert is in readiness, sir; but I could swear he knows nothing + about it. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. All right. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + TREISURE re-opens the door, and says "Come in, please." The INSPECTOR + enters, blue, formal, moustachioed, with a peaked cap in his hand. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. Good evening, Inspector. Sorry to have brought you out at this + time of night. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Good evenin', sir. Mr WINSOR? You're the owner here, I think? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Yes. General Canynge. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Good evenin', General. I understand, a large sum of money? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Yes. Shall we go straight to the room it was taken from? One of my + guests, Mr De Levis. It's the third room on the left. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. We've not been in there yet, Inspector; in fact, we've done + nothing, except to find out that the stable ladder has not been moved. We + haven't even searched the grounds. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Right, sir; I've brought a man with me. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + They go out. CURTAIN. And interval of a Minute. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + SCENE II + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + [The same set is used for this Scene, with the different arrangement of + furniture, as specified.] The bedroom of DE LEVIS is the same in shape + as WINSOR'S dressing-room, except that there is only one door—to + the corridor. The furniture, however, is differently arranged; a small + four-poster bedstead stands against the wall, Right Back, jutting into + the room. A chair, on which DE LEVIS's clothes are thrown, stands at its + foot. There is a dressing-table against the wall to the left of the open + windows, where the curtains are drawn back and a stone balcony is seen. + Against the wall to the right of the window is a chest of drawers, and a + washstand is against the wall, Left. On a small table to the right of + the bed an electric reading lamp is turned up, and there is a light over + the dressing-table. The INSPECTOR is standing plumb centre looking at + the bed, and DE LEVIS by the back of the chair at the foot of the bed. + WINSOR and CANYNGE are close to the door, Right Forward. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Finishing a note] Now, sir, if this is the room as you left it + for your bath, just show us exactly what you did after takin' the + pocket-book from the suit case. Where was that, by the way? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Pointing] Where it is now—under the dressing-table. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He comes forward to the front of the chair, opens the pocket-book, goes + through the pretence of counting his shaving papers, closes the + pocket-book, takes it to the head of the bed and slips it under the + pillow. Makes the motion of taking up his pyjamas, crosses below the + INSPECTOR to the washstand, takes up a bath sponge, crosses to the door, + takes out the key, opens the door. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Writing]. We now have the room as it was when the theft was + committed. Reconstruct accordin' to 'uman nature, gentlemen—assumin' + the thief to be in the room, what would he try first?—the clothes, + the dressin'-table, the suit case, the chest of drawers, and last the bed. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He moves accordingly, examining the glass on the dressing-table, the + surface of the suit cases, and the handles of the drawers, with a + spy-glass, for finger-marks. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Sotto voce to WINSOR] The order would have been just the other + way. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The INSPECTOR goes on hands and knees and examines the carpet between + the window and the bed. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Can I come in again? + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Standing up] Did you open the window, sir, or was it open when + you first came in? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. I opened it. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Drawin' the curtains back first? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Yes. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Sharply] Are you sure there was nobody in the room already? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Taken aback] I don't know. I never thought. I didn't look under + the bed, if you mean that. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Jotting] Did not look under bed. Did you look under it after + the theft? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. No. I didn't. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Ah! Now, what did you do after you came back from your bath? + Just give us that precisely. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Locked the door and left the key in. Put back my sponge, and + took off my dressing-gown and put it there. [He points to the footrails of + the bed] Then I drew the curtains, again. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Shutting the window? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. No. I got into bed, felt for my watch to see the time. My hand + struck the pocket-book, and somehow it felt thinner. I took it out, looked + into it, and found the notes gone, and these shaving papers instead. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Let me have a look at those, sir. [He applies the spy-glasses] + And then? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. I think I just sat on the bed. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Thinkin' and cursin' a bit, I suppose. Ye-es? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Then I put on my dressing-gown and went straight to Mr WINSOR. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Not lockin' the door? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. No. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Exactly. [With a certain finality] Now, sir, what time did you + come up? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. About eleven. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Precise, if you can give it me. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Well, I know it was eleven-fifteen when I put my watch under my + pillow, before I went to the bath, and I suppose I'd been about a quarter + of an hour undressing. I should say after eleven, if anything. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Just undressin'? Didn't look over your bettin' book? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. No. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. No prayers or anything? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. No. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Pretty slippy with your undressin' as a rule? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Yes. Say five past eleven. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Mr WINSOR, what time did the gentleman come to you? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Half-past eleven. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. How do you fix that, sir? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. I'd just looked at the time, and told my wife to send her maid + off. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Then we've got it fixed between 11.15 and 11.30. [Jots] Now, + sir, before we go further I'd like to see your butler and the footman that + valets this gentleman. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [With distaste] Very well, Inspector; only—my butler has + been with us from a boy. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Quite so. This is just clearing the ground, sir. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. General, d'you mind touching that bell? + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE rings a bell by the bed. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Well, gentlemen, there are four possibilities. Either the thief + was here all the time, waiting under the bed, and slipped out after this + gentleman had gone to Mr WINSOR. Or he came in with a key that fits the + lock; and I'll want to see all the keys in the house. Or he came in with a + skeleton key and out by the window, probably droppin' from the balcony. Or + he came in by the window with a rope or ladder and out the same way. + [Pointing] There's a footmark here from a big boot which has been out of + doors since it rained. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Inspector—you er—walked up to the window when you + first came into the room. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Stiffly] I had not overlooked that, General. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Of course. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + A knock on the door relieves a certain tension, + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. Come in. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The footman ROBERT, a fresh-faced young man, enters, followed by + TREISURE. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + INSPECTOR. You valet Mr—Mr De Levis, I think? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. Yes, sir. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. At what time did you take his clothes and boots? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. Ten o'clock, sir. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [With a pounce] Did you happen to look under his bed? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. No, sir. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Did you come up again, to bring the clothes back? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. No, sir; they're still downstairs. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Did you come up again for anything? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. No, Sir. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. What time did you go to bed? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. Just after eleven, Sir. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Scrutinising him] Now, be careful. Did you go to bed at all? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. No, Sir. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Then why did you say you did? There's been a theft here, and + anything you say may be used against you. + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. Yes, Sir. I meant, I went to my room. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Where is your room? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. On the ground floor, at the other end of the right wing, sir. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. It's the extreme end of the house from this, Inspector. He's with + the other two footmen. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Were you there alone? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. No, Sir. Thomas and Frederick was there too. + </p> + <p> + TREISURE. That's right; I've seen them. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Holding up his hand for silence] Were you out of the room + again after you went in? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. No, Sir. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. What were you doing, if you didn't go to bed? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. [To WINSOR] Beggin' your pardon, Sir, we were playin' Bridge. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Very good. You can go. I'll see them later on. + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. Yes, Sir. They'll say the same as me. He goes out, leaving a smile + on the face of all except the INSPECTOR and DE LEVIS. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Sharply] Call him back. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + TREISURE calls "Robert," and the FOOTMAN re-enters. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + ROBERT. Yes, Sir? + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Did you notice anything particular about Mr De Levis's clothes? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. Only that they were very good, Sir. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. I mean—anything peculiar? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. [After reflection] Yes, Sir. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Well? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. A pair of his boots this evenin' was reduced to one, sir. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. What did you make of that? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. I thought he might have thrown the other at a cat or something. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Did you look for it? + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. No, Sir; I meant to draw his attention to it in the morning. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Very good. + </p> + <p> + ROBERT. Yes, Sir. [He goes again.] + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Looking at DE LEVIS] Well, sir, there's your story + corroborated. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Stiffly] I don't know why it should need corroboration, + Inspector. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. In my experience, you can never have too much of that. [To + WINSOR] I understand there's a lady in the room on this side [pointing + Left] and a gentleman on this [pointing Right] Were they in their rooms? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Miss Orme was; Captain Dancy not. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Do they know of the affair? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Yes. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Well, I'd just like the keys of their doors for a minute. My + man will get them. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He goes to the door, opens it, and speaks to a constable in the + corridor. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + [To TREISURE] You can go with him. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + TREISURE goes Out. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + In the meantime I'll just examine the balcony. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He goes out on the balcony, followed by DE LEVIS. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. [To CANYNGE] Damn De Levis and his money! It's deuced invidious, + all this, General. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. The Inspector's no earthly. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + There is a simultaneous re-entry of the INSPECTOR from the balcony and + of TREISURE and the CONSTABLE from the corridor. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + CONSTABLE. [Handing key] Room on the left, Sir. [Handing key] Room on the + right, sir. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The INSPECTOR tries the keys in the door, watched with tension by the + others. The keys fail. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Put them back. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + Hands keys to CONSTABLE, who goes out, followed by TREISURE. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + I'll have to try every key in the house, sir. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Inspector, do you really think it necessary to disturb the whole + house and knock up all my guests? It's most disagreeable, all this, you + know. The loss of the money is not such a great matter. Mr De Levis has a + very large income. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. You could get the numbers of the notes from Kentman the + bookmaker, Inspector; he'll probably have the big ones, anyway. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Shaking his head] A bookie. I don't suppose he will, sir. It's + come and go with them, all the time. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. We don't want a Meldon Court scandal, Inspector. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Well, Mr WINSOR, I've formed my theory. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + As he speaks, DE LEVIS comes in from the balcony. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + And I don't say to try the keys is necessary to it; but strictly, I ought + to exhaust the possibilities. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. What do you say, De Levis? D'you want everybody in the house + knocked up so that their keys can be tried? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Whose face, since his return, expresses a curious excitement] + No, I don't. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Very well, gentlemen. In my opinion the thief walked in before + the door was locked, probably during dinner; and was under the bed. He + escaped by dropping from the balcony—the creeper at that corner [he + points stage Left] has been violently wrenched. I'll go down now, and + examine the grounds, and I'll see you again Sir. [He makes another entry + in his note-book] Goodnight, then, gentlemen! + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Good-night! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [With relief] I'll come with you, Inspector. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He escorts him to the door, and they go out. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Suddenly] General, I know who took them. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. The deuce you do! Are you following the Inspector's theory? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Contemptuously] That ass! [Pulling the shaving papers out of + the case] No! The man who put those there was clever and cool enough to + wrench that creeper off the balcony, as a blind. Come and look here, + General. [He goes to the window; the GENERAL follows. DE LEVIS points + stage Right] See the rail of my balcony, and the rail of the next? [He + holds up the cord of his dressing-gown, stretching his arms out] I've + measured it with this. Just over seven feet, that's all! If a man can take + a standing jump on to a narrow bookcase four feet high and balance there, + he'd make nothing of that. And, look here! [He goes out on the balcony and + returns with a bit of broken creeper in his hand, and holds it out into + the light] Someone's stood on that—the stalk's crushed—the + inner corner too, where he'd naturally stand when he took his jump back. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [After examining it—stiffly] That other balcony is young + Dancy's, Mr De Levis; a soldier and a gentleman. This is an extraordinary + insinuation. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Accusation. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. What! + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. I have intuitions, General; it's in my blood. I see the whole + thing. Dancy came up, watched me into the bathroom, tried my door, slipped + back into his dressing-room, saw my window was open, took that jump, + sneaked the notes, filled the case up with these, wrenched the creeper + there [He points stage Left] for a blind, jumped back, and slipped + downstairs again. It didn't take him four minutes altogether. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Very gravely] This is outrageous, De Levis. Dancy says he was + downstairs all the time. You must either withdraw unreservedly, or I must + confront you with him. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. If he'll return the notes and apologise, I'll do nothing— + except cut him in future. He gave me that filly, you know, as a hopeless + weed, and he's been pretty sick ever since, that he was such a flat as not + to see how good she was. Besides, he's hard up, I know. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [After a vexed turn up and down the room] It's mad, sir, to jump + to conclusions like this. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Not so mad as the conclusion Dancy jumped to when he lighted on + my balcony. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Nobody could have taken this money who did not know you had it. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. How do you know that he didn't? + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Do you know that he did? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. I haven't the least doubt of it. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Without any proof. This is very ugly, De Levis. I must tell + WINSOR. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Angrily] Tell the whole blooming lot. You think I've no + feelers, but I've felt the atmosphere here, I can tell you, General. If I + were in Dancy's shoes and he in mine, your tone to me would be very + different. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Suavely frigid] I'm not aware of using any tone, as you call it. + But this is a private house, Mr De Levis, and something is due to our host + and to the esprit de corps that exists among gentlemen. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Since when is a thief a gentleman? Thick as thieves—a good + motto, isn't it? + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. That's enough! [He goes to the door, but stops before opening it] + Now, look here! I have some knowledge of the world. Once an accusation + like this passes beyond these walls no one can foresee the consequences. + Captain Dancy is a gallant fellow, with a fine record as a soldier; and + only just married. If he's as innocent as—Christ—mud will + stick to him, unless the real thief is found. In the old days of swords, + either you or he would not have gone out of this room alive. It you + persist in this absurd accusation, you will both of you go out of this + room dead in the eyes of Society: you for bringing it, he for being the + object of it. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Society! Do you think I don't know that I'm only tolerated for + my money? Society can't add injury to insult and have my money as well, + that's all. If the notes are restored I'll keep my mouth shut; if they're + not, I shan't. I'm certain I'm right. I ask nothing better than to be + confronted with Dancy; but, if you prefer it, deal with him in your own + way—for the sake of your esprit de corps. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. 'Pon my soul, Mr De Levis, you go too far. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Not so far as I shall go, General Canynge, if those notes aren't + given back. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR comes in. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Well, De Levis, I'm afraid that's all we can do for the present. + So very sorry this should have happened in my house. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Alter a silence] There's a development, WINSOR. Mr De Levis + accuses one of your guests. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. What? + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Of jumping from his balcony to this, taking the notes, and + jumping back. I've done my best to dissuade him from indulging the fancy—without + success. Dancy must be told. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. You can deal with Dancy in your own way. All I want is the money + back. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Drily] Mr De Levis feels that he is only valued for his money, + so that it is essential for him to have it back. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Damn it! This is monstrous, De Levis. I've known Ronald Dancy + since he was a boy. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. You talk about adding injury to insult, De Levis. What do you + call such treatment of a man who gave you the mare out of which you made + this thousand pounds? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. I didn't want the mare; I took her as a favour. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. With an eye to possibilities, I venture to think—the + principle guides a good many transactions. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [As if flicked on a raw spot] In my race, do you mean? + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Coldly] I said nothing of the sort. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. No; you don't say these things, any of you. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Nor did I think it. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Dancy does. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Really, De Levis, if this is the way you repay hospitality— + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Hospitality that skins my feelings and costs me a thousand + pounds! + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Go and get Dancy, WINSOR; but don't say anything to him. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR goes out. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + CANYNGE. Perhaps you will kindly control yourself, and leave this to me. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS turns to the window and lights a cigarette. WINSOR comes back, + followed by DANCY. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + CANYNGE. For WINSOR's sake, Dancy, we don't want any scandal or fuss about + this affair. We've tried to make the police understand that. To my mind + the whole thing turns on our finding who knew that De Levis had this + money. It's about that we want to consult you. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Kentman paid De Levis round the corner in the further paddock, he + says. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS turns round from the window, so that he and DANCY are staring + at each other. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + CANYNGE. Did you hear anything that throws light, Dancy? As it was your + filly originally, we thought perhaps you might. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. I? No. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Didn't hear of the sale on the course at all? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. No. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Then you can't suggest any one who could have known? Nothing else + was taken, you see. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. De Levis is known to be rolling, as I am known to be stony. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. There are a good many people still rolling, besides Mr De Levis, + but not many people with so large a sum in their pocket-books. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. He won two races. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Do you suggest that I bet in ready money? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. I don't know how you bet, and I don't care. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. You can't help us, then? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. No. I can't. Anything else? [He looks fixedly at DE LEVIS]. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Putting his hand on DANCY's arm] Nothing else, thank you, Dancy. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DANCY goes. CANYNGE puts his hand up to his face. A moment's silence. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. You see, De Levis? He didn't even know you'd got the money. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Very conclusive. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Well! You are—! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + There is a knock on the door, and the INSPECTOR enters. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + INSPECTOR. I'm just going, gentlemen. The grounds, I'm sorry to say, have + yielded nothing. It's a bit of a puzzle. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. You've searched thoroughly? + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. We have, General. I can pick up nothing near the terrace. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [After a look at DE LEVIS, whose face expresses too much] H'm! + You'll take it up from the other end, then, Inspector? + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Well, we'll see what we can do with the bookmakers about the + numbers, sir. Before I go, gentlemen—you've had time to think it + over— there's no one you suspect in the house, I suppose? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS's face is alive and uncertain. CANYNGE is staring at him very + fixedly. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. [Emphatically] No. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS turns and goes out on to the balcony. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + INSPECTOR. If you're coming in to the racing to-morrow, sir, you might + give us a call. I'll have seen Kentman by then. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Right you are, Inspector. Good night, and many thanks. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. You're welcome, sir. [He goes out.] + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Gosh! I thought that chap [With a nod towards the balcony] was + going to—! Look here, General, we must stop his tongue. Imagine it + going the rounds. They may never find the real thief, you know. It's the + very devil for Dancy. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. WINSOR! Dancy's sleeve was damp. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. How d'you mean? + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Quite damp. It's been raining. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The two look at each other. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. I—I don't follow— [His voice is hesitative and lower, + showing that he does]. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. It was coming down hard; a minute out in it would have been + enough—[He motions with his chin towards the balcony]. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Hastily] He must have been out on his balcony since. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. It stopped before I came up, half an hour ago. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. He's been leaning on the wet stone, then. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. With the outside of the upper part of the arm? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Against the wall, perhaps. There may be a dozen explanations. + [Very low and with great concentration] I entirely and absolutely refuse + to believe anything of the sort against Ronald Dancy in my house. Dash it, + General, we must do as we'd be done by. It hits us all—it hits us + all. The thing's intolerable. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. I agree. Intolerable. [Raising his voice] Mr De Levis! + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS returns into view, in the centre of the open window. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [With cold decision] Young Dancy was an officer and is a + gentleman; this insinuation is pure supposition, and you must not make it. + Do you understand me? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. My tongue is still mine, General, if my money isn't! + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Unmoved] Must not. You're a member of three Clubs, you want to + be member of a fourth. No one who makes such an insinuation against a + fellow-guest in a country house, except on absolute proof, can do so + without complete ostracism. Have we your word to say nothing? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Social blackmail? H'm! + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Not at all—simple warning. If you consider it necessary in + your interests to start this scandal-no matter how, we shall consider it + necessary in ours to dissociate ourselves completely from one who so + recklessly disregards the unwritten code. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Do you think your code applies to me? Do you, General? + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. To anyone who aspires to be a gentleman, Sir. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Ah! But you haven't known me since I was a boy. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Make up your mind. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + A pause. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS. I'm not a fool, General. I know perfectly well that you can get + me outed. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Icily] Well? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Sullenly] I'll say nothing about it, unless I get more proof. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Good! We have implicit faith in Dancy. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + There is a moment's encounter of eyes; the GENERAL'S steady, shrewd, + impassive; WINSOR'S angry and defiant; DE LEVIS's mocking, a little + triumphant, malicious. Then CANYNGE and WINSOR go to the door, and pass + out. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [To himself] Rats! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + CURTAIN + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ACT II + </h2> + <h3> + SCENE I + </h3> + <blockquote> + <p> + Afternoon, three weeks later, in the card room of a London Club. A fire + is burning, Left. A door, Right, leads to the billiard-room. Rather Left + of Centre, at a card table, LORD ST ERTH, an old John Bull, sits facing + the audience; to his right is GENERAL CANYNGE, to his left AUGUSTUS + BORRING, an essential Clubman, about thirty-five years old, with a very + slight and rather becoming stammer or click in his speech. The fourth + Bridge player, CHARLES WINSOR, stands with his back to the fire. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + BORRING. And the r-rub. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. By George! You do hold cards, Borring. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. [Who has lost] Not a patch on the old whist—this game. + Don't know why I play it—never did. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. St Erth, shall we raise the flag for whist again? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. No go, General. You can't go back on pace. No getting a man to + walk when he knows he can fly. The young men won't look at it. + </p> + <p> + BORRING. Better develop it so that t-two can sit out, General. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. We ought to have stuck to the old game. Wish I'd gone to + Newmarket, Canynge, in spite of the weather. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Looking at his watch] Let's hear what's won the Cambridgeshire. + Ring, won't you, WINSOR? [WINSOR rings.] + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. By the way, Canynge, young De Levis was blackballed. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. What! + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. I looked in on my way down. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + CANYNGE sits very still, and WINSOR utters a disturbed sound. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + BORRING. But of c-course he was, General. What did you expect? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + A FOOTMAN enters. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + FOOTMAN. Yes, my lord? + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. What won the Cambridgeshire? + </p> + <p> + FOOTMAN. Rosemary, my lord. Sherbet second; Barbizon third. Nine to one + the winner. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Thank you. That's all. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + FOOTMAN goes. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + BORRING. Rosemary! And De Levis sold her! But he got a good p-price, I + suppose. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The other three look at him. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + ST ERTH. Many a slip between price and pocket, young man. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Cut! [They cut]. + </p> + <p> + BORRING. I say, is that the yarn that's going round about his having had a + lot of m-money stolen in a country house? By Jove! He'll be pretty s-sick. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. You and I, Borring. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He sits down in CANYNGE'S chair, and the GENERAL takes his place by the + fire. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + BORRING. Phew! Won't Dancy be mad! He gave that filly away to save her + keep. He was rather pleased to find somebody who'd take her. Bentman must + have won a p-pot. She was at thirty-threes a fortnight ago. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. All the money goes to fellows who don't know a horse from a + haystack. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Profoundly] And care less. Yes! We want men racing to whom a + horse means something. + </p> + <p> + BORRING. I thought the horse m-meant the same to everyone, General— + chance to get the b-better of one's neighbour. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [With feeling] The horse is a noble animal, sir, as you'd know if + you'd owed your life to them as often as I have. + </p> + <p> + BORRING. They always try to take mine, General. I shall never belong to + the noble f-fellowship of the horse. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. [Drily] Evidently. Deal! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + As BORRING begins to deal the door is opened and MAJOR COLFORD appears—a + lean and moustached cavalryman. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + BORRING. Hallo, C-Colford. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. General! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + Something in the tone of his voice brings them all to a standstill. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + COLFORD. I want your advice. Young De Levis in there [He points to the + billiard-room from which he has just come] has started a blasphemous story— + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. One moment. Mr Borring, d'you mind— + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. It makes no odds, General. Four of us in there heard him. He's + saying it was Ronald Dancy robbed him down at WINSOR's. The fellow's mad + over losing the price of that filly now she's won the Cambridgeshire. + </p> + <p> + BORRING. [All ears] Dancy! Great S-Scott! + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. Dancy's in the Club. If he hadn't been I'd have taken it on + myself to wring the bounder's neck. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR and BORRING have risen. ST ERTH alone remains seated. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + CANYNGE. [After consulting ST ERTH with a look] Ask De Levis to be good + enough to come in here. Borring, you might see that Dancy doesn't leave + the Club. We shall want him. Don't say anything to him, and use your tact + to keep people off. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + BORRING goes out, followed by COLFORD. WINSOR. Result of hearing he was + black-balled—pretty slippy. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + CANYNGE. St Erth, I told you there was good reason when I asked you to + back young De Levis. WINSOR and I knew of this insinuation; I wanted to + keep his tongue quiet. It's just wild assertion; to have it bandied about + was unfair to Dancy. The duel used to keep people's tongues in order. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. H'm! It never settled anything, except who could shoot + straightest. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. [Re-appearing] De Levis says he's nothing to add to what he said + to you before, on the subject. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Kindly tell him that if he wishes to remain a member of this Club + he must account to the Committee for such a charge against a + fellow-member. Four of us are here, and form a quorum. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + COLFORD goes out again. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + ST ERTH. Did Kentman ever give the police the numbers of those notes, + WINSOR? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. He only had the numbers of two—the hundred, and one of the + fifties. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. And they haven't traced 'em? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Not yet. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + As he speaks, DE LEVIS comes in. He is in a highly-coloured, not to say + excited state. COLFORD follows him. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Well, General Canynge! It's a little too strong all this— + a little too strong. [Under emotion his voice is slightly more exotic]. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Calmly] It is obvious, Mr De Levis, that you and Captain Dancy + can't both remain members of this Club. We ask you for an explanation + before requesting one resignation or the other. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. You've let me down. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. What! + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Well, I shall tell people that you and Lord St Erth backed me up + for one Club, and asked me to resign from another. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. It's a matter of indifference to me, sir, what you tell people. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. [Drily] You seem a venomous young man. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. I'll tell you what seems to me venomous, my lord—chasing a + man like a pack of hounds because he isn't your breed. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. You appear to have your breed on the brain, sir. Nobody else + does, so far as I know. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Suppose I had robbed Dancy, would you chase him out for + complaining of it? + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. My God! If you repeat that— + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Steady, Colford! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. You make this accusation that Dancy stole your money in my house + on no proof—no proof; and you expect Dancy's friends to treat you as + if you were a gentleman! That's too strong, if you like! + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. No proof? Bentman told me at Newmarket yesterday that Dancy did + know of the sale. He told Goole, and Goole says that he himself spoke of + it to Dancy. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Well—if he did? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Dancy told you he didn't know of it in General Canynge's + presence, and mine. [To CANYNGE] You can't deny that, if you want to. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Choose your expressions more nicely, please! + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Proof! Did they find any footmarks in the grounds below that + torn creeper? Not a sign! You saw how he can jump; he won ten pounds from + me that same evening betting on what he knew was a certainty. That's your + Dancy—a common sharper! + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Nodding towards the billiard-room] Are those fellows still in + there, Colford? + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. Yes. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Then bring Dancy up, will you? But don't say anything to him. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. [To DE LEVIS] You may think yourself damned lucky if he doesn't + break your neck. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He goes out. The three who are left with DE LEVIS avert their eyes from + him. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Smouldering] I have a memory, and a sting too. Yes, my lord—since + you are good enough to call me venomous. [To CANYNGE] I quite understand—I'm + marked for Coventry now, whatever happens. Well, I'll take Dancy with me. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. [To himself] This Club has always had a decent, quiet name. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Are you going to retract, and apologise in front of Dancy and the + members who heard you? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. No fear! + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. You must be a very rich man, sir. A jury is likely to take the + view that money can hardly compensate for an accusation of that sort. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS stands silent. CANYNGE. Courts of law require proof. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + ST ERTH. He can make it a criminal action. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Unless you stop this at once, you may find yourself in prison. If + you can stop it, that is. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. If I were young Dancy, nothing should induce me. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. But you didn't steal my money, Lord St Erth. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. You're deuced positive, sir. So far as I could understand it, + there were a dozen ways you could have been robbed. It seems to me you + value other men's reputations very lightly. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Confront me with Dancy and give me fair play. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Aside to CANYNGE] Is it fair to Dancy not to let him know? + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Our duty is to the Club now, WINSOR. We must have this cleared + up. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + COLFORD comes in, followed by BORRING and DANCY. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + ST ERTH. Captain Dancy, a serious accusation has been made against you by + this gentleman in the presence of several members of the Club. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. What is it? + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. That you robbed him of that money at WINSOR's. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Hard and tense] Indeed! On what grounds is he good enough to say + that? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Tense too] You gave me that filly to save yourself her keep, + and you've been mad about it ever since; you knew from Goole that I had + sold her to Kentman and been paid in cash, yet I heard you myself deny + that you knew it. You had the next room to me, and you can jump like a + cat, as we saw that evening; I found some creepers crushed by a weight on + my balcony on that side. When I went to the bath your door was open, and + when I came back it was shut. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. That's the first we have heard about the door. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. I remembered it afterwards. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. Well, Dancy? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [With intense deliberation] I'll settle this matter with any + weapons, when and where he likes. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. [Drily] It can't be settled that way—you know very well. + You must take it to the Courts, unless he retracts. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Will you retract? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Why did you tell General Canynge you didn't know Kentman had + paid me in cash? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Because I didn't. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Then Kentman and Goole lied—for no reason? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. That's nothing to do with me. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. If you were downstairs all the time, as you say, why was your + door first open and then shut? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Being downstairs, how should I know? The wind, probably. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. I should like to hear what your wife says about it. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Leave my wife alone, you damned Jew! + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. Captain Dancy! + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [White with rage] Thief! + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Will you fight? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. You're very smart-dead men tell no tales. No! Bring your action, + and we shall see. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DANCY takes a step towards him, but CANYNGE and WINSOR interpose. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + ST ERTH. That'll do, Mr De Levis; we won't keep you. [He looks round] + Kindly consider your membership suspended till this matter has been + threshed out. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Tremulous with anger] Don't trouble yourselves about my + membership. I resign it. [To DANCY] You called me a damned Jew. My race + was old when you were all savages. I am proud to be a Jew. Au revoir, in + the Courts. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He goes out, and silence follows his departure. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + ST ERTH. Well, Captain Dancy? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. If the brute won't fight, what am I to do, sir? + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. We've told you—take action, to clear your name. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Colford, you saw me in the hall writing letters after our game. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. Certainly I did; you were there when I went to the smoking-room. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. How long after you left the billiard-room? + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. About five minutes. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. It's impossible for me to prove that I was there all the time. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. It's for De Levis to prove what he asserts. You heard what he + said about Goole? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. If he told me, I didn't take it in. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. This concerns the honour of the Club. Are you going to take + action? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Slowly] That is a very expensive business, Lord St Erth, and I'm + hard up. I must think it over. [He looks round from face to face] Am I to + take it that there is a doubt in your minds, gentlemen? + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. [Emphatically] No. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. That's not the question, Dancy. This accusation was overheard by + various members, and we represent the Club. If you don't take action, + judgment will naturally go by default. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. I might prefer to look on the whole thing as beneath contempt. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He turns and goes out. When he is gone there is an even longer silence + than after DE LEVIS's departure. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + ST ERTH. [Abruptly] I don't like it. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. I've known him all his life. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. You may have my head if he did it, Lord St Erth. He and I have + been in too many holes together. By Gad! My toe itches for that fellow's + butt end. + </p> + <p> + BORRING. I'm sorry; but has he t-taken it in quite the right way? I should + have thought—hearing it s-suddenly— + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. Bosh! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. It's perfectly damnable for him. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. More damnable if he did it, WINSOR. + </p> + <p> + BORRING. The Courts are b-beastly distrustful, don't you know. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. His word's good enough for me. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. We're as anxious to believe Dancy as you, Colford, for the honour + of the Army and the Club. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Of course, he'll bring a case, when he's thought it over. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. What are we to do in the meantime? + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. If Dancy's asked to resign, you may take my resignation too. + </p> + <p> + BORRING. I thought his wanting to f-fight him a bit screeny. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. Wouldn't you have wanted a shot at the brute? A law court? Pah! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Yes. What'll be his position even if he wins? + </p> + <p> + BORRING. Damages, and a stain on his c-character. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Quite so, unless they find the real thief. People always believe + the worst. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. [Glaring at BORRING] They do. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. There is no decent way out of a thing of this sort. + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. No. [Rising] It leaves a bad taste. I'm sorry for young Mrs Dancy—poor + woman! + </p> + <p> + BORRING. Are you going to play any more? + </p> + <p> + ST ERTH. [Abruptly] No, sir. Good night to you. Canynge, can I give you a + lift? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He goes out, followed by CANYNGE. BORRING. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + [After a slight pause] Well, I shall go and take the t-temperature of the + Club. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He goes out. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + COLFORD. Damn that effeminate stammering chap! What can we do for Dancy, + WINSOR? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Colford! [A slight pause] The General felt his coat sleeve that + night, and it was wet. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. Well! What proof's that? No, by George! An old school-fellow, a + brother officer, and a pal. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. If he did do it— + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. He didn't. But if he did, I'd stick to him, and see him through + it, if I could. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR walks over to the fire, stares into it, turns round and stares at + COLFORD, who is standing motionless. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + COLFORD. Yes, by God! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + CURTAIN. SCENE II [NOTE.—This should be a small set capable of + being set quickly within that of the previous scene.] Morning of the + following day. The DANCYS' flat. In the sitting-room of this small abode + MABEL DANCY and MARGARET ORME are sitting full face to the audience, on + a couch in the centre of the room, in front of the imaginary window. + There is a fireplace, Left, with fire burning; a door below it, Left; + and a door on the Right, facing the audience, leads to a corridor and + the outer door of the flat, which is visible. Their voices are heard in + rapid exchange; then as the curtain rises, so does MABEL. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + MABEL. But it's monstrous! + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Of course! [She lights a cigarette and hands the case to MABEL, + who, however, sees nothing but her own thoughts] De Levis might just as + well have pitched on me, except that I can't jump more than six inches in + these skirts. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. It's wicked! Yesterday afternoon at the Club, did you say? Ronny + hasn't said a word to me. Why? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. [With a long puff of smoke] Doesn't want you bothered. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. But——Good heavens!——Me! + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Haven't you found out, Mabel, that he isn't exactly + communicative? No desperate character is. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Ronny? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Gracious! Wives are at a disadvantage, especially early on. + You've never hunted with him, my dear. I have. He takes more sudden + decisions than any man I ever knew. He's taking one now, I'll bet. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. That beast, De Levis! I was in our room next door all the time. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Was the door into Ronny's dressing-room open? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. I don't know; I—I think it was. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Well, you can say so in Court any way. Not that it matters. + Wives are liars by law. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Staring down at her] What do you mean—Court? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. My dear, he'll have to bring an action for defamation of + character, or whatever they call it. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Were they talking of this last night at the WINSOR's? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Well, you know a dinner-table, Mabel—Scandal is + heaven-sent at this time of year. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. It's terrible, such a thing—terrible! + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. [Gloomily] If only Ronny weren't known to be so broke. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [With her hands to her forehead] I can't realise—I simply + can't. If there's a case would it be all right afterwards? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Do you remember St Offert—cards? No, you wouldn't—you + were in high frocks. Well, St Offert got damages, but he also got the + hoof, underneath. He lives in Ireland. There isn't the slightest + connection, so far as I can see, Mabel, between innocence and reputation. + Look at me! + </p> + <p> + MABEL. We'll fight it tooth and nail! + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Mabel, you're pure wool, right through; everybody's sorry for + you. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. It's for him they ought— + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. [Again handing the cigarette case] Do smoke, old thing. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + MABEL takes a cigarette this time, but does not light it. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + It isn't altogether simple. General Canynge was there last night. You + don't mind my being beastly frank, do you? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. No. I want it. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Well, he's all for esprit de corps and that. But he was awfully + silent. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. I hate half-hearted friends. Loyalty comes before everything. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Ye-es; but loyalties cut up against each other sometimes, you + know. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. I must see Ronny. D'you mind if I go and try to get him on the + telephone? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Rather not. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + MABEL goes out by the door Left. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + Poor kid! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + She curls herself into a corner of the sofa, as if trying to get away + from life. The bell rings. MARGARET stirs, gets up, and goes out into + the corridor, where she opens the door to LADY ADELA WINSOR, whom she + precedes into the sitting-room. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + Enter the second murderer! D'you know that child knew nothing? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Where is she? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Telephoning. Adela, if there's going to be an action, we shall + be witnesses. I shall wear black georgette with an ecru hat. Have you ever + given evidence? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Never. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. It must be too frightfully thrilling. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Oh! Why did I ever ask that wretch De Levis? I used to think him + pathetic. Meg did you know——Ronald Dancy's coat was wet? The + General happened to feel it. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. So that's why he was so silent. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Yes; and after the scene in the Club yesterday he went to see + those bookmakers, and Goole—what a name!—is sure he told Dancy + about the sale. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. [Suddenly] I don't care. He's my third cousin. Don't you feel + you couldn't, Adela? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Couldn't—what? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Stand for De Levis against one of ourselves? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. That's very narrow, Meg. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Oh! I know lots of splendid Jews, and I rather liked little + Ferdy; but when it comes to the point—! They all stick together; why + shouldn't we? It's in the blood. Open your jugular, and see if you haven't + got it. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. My dear, my great grandmother was a Jewess. I'm very proud of her. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Inoculated. [Stretching herself] Prejudices, Adela—or are + they loyalties—I don't know—cris-cross—we all cut each + other's throats from the best of motives. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Oh! I shall remember that. Delightful! [Holding up a finger] You + got it from Bergson, Meg. Isn't he wonderful? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Yes; have you ever read him? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Well—No. [Looking at the bedroom door] That poor child! I + quite agree. I shall tell every body it's ridiculous. You don't really + think Ronald Dancy—? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. I don't know, Adela. There are people who simply can't live + without danger. I'm rather like that myself. They're all right when + they're getting the D.S.O. or shooting man-eaters; but if there's no + excitement going, they'll make it—out of sheer craving. I've seen + Ronny Dancy do the maddest things for no mortal reason except the risk. + He's had a past, you know. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Oh! Do tell! + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. He did splendidly in the war, of course, because it suited him; + but—just before—don't you remember—a very queer bit of + riding? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. No. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Most dare-devil thing—but not quite. You must remember— + it was awfully talked about. And then, of course, right up to his marriage—[She + lights a cigarette.] + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Meg, you're very tantalising! + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. A foreign-looking girl—most plummy. Oh! Ronny's got charm + —this Mabel child doesn't know in the least what she's got hold of! + </p> + <p> + LADY A. But they're so fond of each other! + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. That's the mistake. The General isn't mentioning the coat, is + he? + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Oh, no! It was only to Charles. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + MABEL returns. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + MARGARET. Did you get him? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. No; he's not at Tattersall's, nor at the Club. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + LADY ADELA rises and greets her with an air which suggests bereavement. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + LADY A. Nobody's going to believe this, my dear. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Looking straight at her] Nobody who does need come here, or + trouble to speak to us again. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. That's what I was afraid of; you're going to be defiant. Now + don't! Just be perfectly natural. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. So easy, isn't it? I could kill anybody who believes such a thing. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. You'll want a solicitor, Mabel, Go to old Mr Jacob Twisden. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Yes; he's so comforting. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. He got my pearls back once—without loss of life. A + frightfully good fireside manner. Do get him here, Mabel, and have a + heart-to-heart talk, all three of you! + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Suddenly] Listen! There's Ronny! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DANCY comes in. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DANCY. [With a smile] Very good of you to have come. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Yes. We're just going. Oh! Ronny, this is quite too— [But + his face dries her up; and sidling past, she goes]. + </p> + <p> + LADY A. Charles sent his-love—[Her voice dwindles on the word, and + she, too, goes]. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Crossing to his wife] What have they been saying? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Ronny! Why didn't you tell me? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. I wanted to see De Levis again first. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. That wretch! How dare he? Darling! [She suddenly clasps and kisses + him. He does not return the kiss, but remains rigid in her arms, so that + she draws away and looks at him] It's hurt you awfully, I know. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Look here, Mabel! Apart from that muck—this is a ghastly + tame-cat sort of life. Let's cut it and get out to Nairobi. I can scare up + the money for that. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Aghast] But how can we? Everybody would say— + </p> + <p> + RONNY. Let them! We shan't be here. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. I couldn't bear people to think— + </p> + <p> + DANCY. I don't care a damn what people think monkeys and cats. I never + could stand their rotten menagerie. Besides, what does it matter how I + act; if I bring an action and get damages—if I pound him to a jelly— + it's all no good! I can't prove it. There'll be plenty of people + unconvinced. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. But they'll find the real thief. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [With a queer little smile] Will staying here help them to do that? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [In a sort of agony] Oh! I couldn't—it looks like running + away. We must stay and fight it! + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Suppose I didn't get a verdict—you never can tell. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. But you must—I was there all the time, with the door open. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Was it? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. I'm almost sure. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Yes. But you're my wife. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Bewildered] Ronny, I don't understand—suppose I'd been + accused of stealing pearls! + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Wincing] I can't. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. But I might—just as easily. What would you think of me if I + ran away from it? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. I see. [A pause] All right! You shall have a run for your money. + I'll go and see old Twisden. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Let me come! [DANCY shakes his head] Why not? I can't be happy a + moment unless I'm fighting this. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DANCY puts out his hand suddenly and grips hers. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DANCY. You are a little brick! + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Pressing his hand to her breast and looking into his face] Do you + know what Margaret called you? + </p> + <p> + RONNY. No. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. A desperate character. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Ha! I'm not a tame cat, any more than she. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The bell rings. MABEL goes out to the door and her voice is heard saying + coldly. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + MABEL. Will you wait a minute, please? Returning. It's De Levis—to + see you. [In a low voice] Let me see him alone first. Just for a minute! + Do! + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [After a moment's silence] Go ahead! He goes out into the bedroom. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Going to the door, Right] Come in. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS comes in, and stands embarrassed. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + Yes? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [With a slight bow] Your husband, Mrs Dancy? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. He is in. Why do you want to see him? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. He came round to my rooms just now, when I was out. He + threatened me yesterday. I don't choose him to suppose I'm afraid of him. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [With a great and manifest effort at self-control] Mr De Levis, you + are robbing my husband of his good name. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Sincerely] I admire your trustfulness, Mrs Dancy. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Staring at him] How can you do it? What do you want? What's your + motive? You can't possibly believe that my husband is a thief! + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Unfortunately. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. How dare you? How dare you? Don't you know that I was in our + bedroom all the time with the door open? Do you accuse me too? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. No, Mrs Dancy. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. But you do. I must have seen, I must have heard. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. A wife's memory is not very good when her husband is in danger. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. In other words, I'm lying. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. No. Your wish is mother to your thought, that's all. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [After staring again with a sort of horror, turns to get control of + herself. Then turning back to him] Mr De Levis, I appeal to you as a + gentleman to behave to us as you would we should behave to you. Withdraw + this wicked charge, and write an apology that Ronald can show. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Mrs Dancy, I am not a gentleman, I am only a—damned Jew. + Yesterday I might possibly have withdrawn to spare you. But when my race + is insulted I have nothing to say to your husband, but as he wishes to see + me, I've come. Please let him know. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Regarding him again with that look of horror—slowly] I think + what you are doing is too horrible for words. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS gives her a slight bow, and as he does so DANCY comes quickly + in, Left. The two men stand with the length of the sofa between them. + MABEL, behind the sofa, turns her eyes on her husband, who has a paper + in his right hand. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS. You came to see me. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Yes. I want you to sign this. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. I will sign nothing. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Let me read it: "I apologise to Captain Dancy for the reckless and + monstrous charge I made against him, and I retract every word of it." + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Not much! + </p> + <p> + DANCY. You will sign. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. I tell you this is useless. I will sign nothing. The charge is + true; you wouldn't be playing this game if it weren't. I'm going. You'll + hardly try violence in the presence of your wife; and if you try it + anywhere else—look out for yourself. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Mabel, I want to speak to him alone. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. No, no! + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. Quite right, Mrs Dancy. Black and tan swashbuckling will only + make things worse for him. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. So you shelter behind a woman, do you, you skulking cur! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS takes a step, with fists clenched and eyes blazing. DANCY, too, + stands ready to spring—the moment is cut short by MABEL going + quickly to her husband. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + MABEL. Don't, Ronny. It's undignified! He isn't worth it. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DANCY suddenly tears the paper in two, and flings it into the fire. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DANCY. Get out of here, you swine! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DE LEVIS stands a moment irresolute, then, turning to the door, he opens + it, stands again for a moment with a smile on his face, then goes. MABEL + crosses swiftly to the door, and shuts it as the outer door closes. Then + she stands quite still, looking at her husband —her face + expressing a sort of startled suspense. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DANCY. [Turning and looking at her] Well! Do you agree with him? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. What do you mean? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. That I wouldn't be playing this game unless— + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Don't! You hurt me! + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Yes. You don't know much of me, Mabel. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Ronny! + </p> + <p> + DANCY. What did you say to that swine? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Her face averted] That he was robbing us. [Turning to him + suddenly] Ronny—you—didn't? I'd rather know. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Ha! I thought that was coming. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Covering her face] Oh! How horrible of me—how horrible! + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Not at all. The thing looks bad. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Dropping her hands] If I can't believe in you, who can? [Going to + him, throwing her arms round him, and looking up into his face] Ronny! If + all the world—I'd believe in you. You know I would. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. That's all right, Mabs! That's all right! [His face, above her + head, is contorted for a moment, then hardens into a mask] Well, what + shall we do? Let's go to that lawyer—let's go— + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Oh! at once! + </p> + <p> + DANCY. All right. Get your hat on. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + MABEL passes him, and goes into the bedroom, Left. DANCY, left alone, + stands quite still, staring before him. With a sudden shrug of his + shoulders he moves quickly to his hat and takes it up just as MABEL + returns, ready to go out. He opens the door; and crossing him, she stops + in the doorway, looking up with a clear and trustful gaze as The CURTAIN + falls. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ACT III + </h2> + <h3> + SCENE I + </h3> + <blockquote> + <p> + Three months later. Old MR JACOB TWISDEN's Room, at the offices of + Twisden & Graviter, in Lincoln's Inn Fields, is spacious, with two + large windows at back, a fine old fireplace, Right, a door below it, and + two doors, Left. Between the windows is a large table sideways to the + window wall, with a chair in the middle on the right-hand side, a chair + against the wall, and a client's chair on the left-hand side. GRAVITER, + TWISDEN'S much younger partner, is standing in front of the right-hand + window looking out on to the Fields, where the lamps are being lighted, + and a taxi's engine is running down below. He turns his sanguine, shrewd + face from the window towards a grandfather dock, between the doors, + Left, which is striking "four." The door, Left Forward, is opened. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + YOUNG CLERK. [Entering] A Mr Gilman, sir, to see Mr Twisden. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. By appointment? + </p> + <p> + YOUNG CLERK. No, sir. But important, he says. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. I'll see him. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The CLERK goes. GRAVITER sits right of table. The CLERK returns, + ushering in an oldish MAN, who looks what he is, the proprietor of a + large modern grocery store. He wears a dark overcoat and carries a pot + hat. His gingery-grey moustache and mutton-chop whiskers give him the + expression of a cat. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + GRAVITER. [Sizing up his social standing] Mr Gilman? Yes. + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. [Doubtfully] Mr Jacob Twisden? + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. [Smiling] His partner. Graviter my name is. + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. Mr Twisden's not in, then? + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. No. He's at the Courts. They're just up; he should be in + directly. But he'll be busy. + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. Old Mr Jacob Twisden—I've heard of him. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. Most people have. + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. It's this Dancy-De Levis case that's keepin' him at the Courts, I + suppose? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + GRAVITER nods. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + Won't be finished for a day or two? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + GRAVITER shakes his head. No. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + Astonishin' the interest taken in it. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. As you say. + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. The Smart Set, eh? This Captain Dancy got the D.S.O., didn't he? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + GRAVITER nods. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + Sad to have a thing like that said about you. I thought he gave his + evidence well; and his wife too. Looks as if this De Levis had got some + private spite. Searchy la femme, I said to Mrs Gilman only this morning, + before I— + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. By the way, sir, what is your business? + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. Well, my business here—No, if you'll excuse me, I'd rather + wait and see old Mr Jacob Twisden. It's delicate, and I'd like his + experience. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. [With a shrug] Very well; then, perhaps, you'll go in there. [He + moves towards the door, Left Back]. + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. Thank you. [Following] You see, I've never been mixed up with the + law— + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. [Opening the door] No? + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. And I don't want to begin. When you do, you don't know where + you'll stop, do you? You see, I've only come from a sense of duty; and + —other reasons. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. Not uncommon. + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. [Producing card] This is my card. Gilman's—several branches, + but this is the 'ead. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. [Scrutinising card] Exactly. + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. Grocery—I daresay you know me; or your wife does. They say + old Mr Jacob Twisden refused a knighthood. If it's not a rude question, + why was that? + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. Ask him, sir; ask him. + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. I said to my wife at the time, "He's holdin' out for a baronetcy." + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + GRAVITER Closes the door with an exasperated smile. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + YOUNG CLERK. [Opening the door, Left Forward] Mr WINSOR, sir, and Miss + Orme. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + They enter, and the CLERK withdraws. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + GRAVITER. How d'you do, Miss Orme? How do you do, WINSOR? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Twisden not back, Graviter? + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. Not yet. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Well, they've got through De Levis's witnesses. Sir Frederick was + at the very top of his form. It's looking quite well. But I hear they've + just subpoenaed Canynge after all. His evidence is to be taken to-morrow. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. Oho! + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. I said Dancy ought to have called him. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. We considered it. Sir Frederic decided that he could use him + better in cross-examination. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Well! I don't know that. Can I go and see him before he gives + evidence to-morrow? + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. I should like to hear Mr Jacob on that, WINSOR. He'll be in + directly. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. They had Kentman, and Goole, the Inspector, the other bobby, my + footman, Dancy's banker, and his tailor. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. Did we shake Kentman or Goole? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Very little. Oh! by the way, the numbers of those two notes were + given, and I see they're published in the evening papers. I suppose the + police wanted that. I tell you what I find, Graviter—a general + feeling that there's something behind it all that doesn't come out. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. The public wants it's money's worth—always does in these + Society cases; they brew so long beforehand, you see. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. They're looking for something lurid. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. When I was in the bog, I thought they were looking for me. + [Taking out her cigarette case] I suppose I mustn't smoke, Mr Graviter? + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. Do! + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Won't Mr Jacob have a fit? + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. Yes, but not till you've gone. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Just a whiff. [She lights a cigarette]. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. [Suddenly] It's becoming a sort of Dreyfus case—people + taking sides quite outside the evidence. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. There are more of the chosen in Court every day. Mr Graviter, + have you noticed the two on the jury? + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. [With a smile] No; I can't say— + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Oh! but quite distinctly. Don't you think they ought to have + been challenged? + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. De Levis might have challenged the other ten, Miss Orme. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Dear me, now! I never thought of that. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + As she speaks, the door Left Forward is opened and old MR JACOB TWISDEN + comes in. He is tallish and narrow, sixty-eight years old, grey, with + narrow little whiskers curling round his narrow ears, and a narrow + bow-ribbon curling round his collar. He wears a long, narrow-tailed + coat, and strapped trousers on his narrow legs. His nose and face are + narrow, shrewd, and kindly. He has a way of narrowing his shrewd and + kindly eyes. His nose is seen to twitch and snig. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN. Ah! How are you, Charles? How do you do, my dear? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Dear Mr Jacob, I'm smoking. Isn't it disgusting? But they don't + allow it in Court, you know. Such a pity! The Judge might have a hookah. + Oh! wouldn't he look sweet—the darling! + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [With a little, old-fashioned bow] It does not become everybody + as it becomes you, Margaret. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Mr Jacob, how charming! [With a slight grimace she puts out her + cigarette]. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. Man called Gilman waiting in there to see you specially. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Directly. Turn up the light, would you, Graviter? + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. [Turning up the light] Excuse me. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He goes. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. Look here, Mr Twisden— + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Sit down; sit down, my dear. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + And he himself sits behind the table, as a cup of tea is brought in to + him by the YOUNG CLERK, with two Marie biscuits in the saucer. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + Will you have some, Margaret? + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. No, dear Mr Jacob. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Charles? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. No, thanks. The door is closed. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Dipping a biscuit in the tea] Now, then? + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. The General knows something which on the face of it looks rather + queer. Now that he's going to be called, oughtn't Dancy to be told of it, + so that he may be ready with his explanation, in case it comes out? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Pouring some tea into the saucer] Without knowing, I can't tell + you. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR and MARGARET exchange looks, and TWISDEN drinks from the saucer. + MARGARET. Tell him, Charles. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. Well! It rained that evening at Meldon. The General happened to + put his hand on Dancy's shoulder, and it was damp. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN puts the saucer down and replaces the cup in it. They both look + intently at him. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN. I take it that General Canynge won't say anything he's not + compelled to say. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. No, of course; but, Mr Jacob, they might ask; they know it + rained. And he is such a George Washington. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Toying with a pair of tortoise-shell glasses] They didn't ask + either of you. Still-no harm in your telling Dancy. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. I'd rather you did it, Margaret. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. I daresay. [She mechanically takes out her cigarette-case, + catches the lift of TWISDEN'S eyebrows, and puts it back]. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Well, we'll go together. I don't want Mrs Dancy to hear. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. Do tell me, Mr Jacob; is he going to win? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. I think so, Margaret; I think so. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. It'll be too—frightful if he doesn't get a verdict, after + all this. But I don't know what we shall do when it's over. I've been + sitting in that Court all these three days, watching, and it's made me + feel there's nothing we like better than seeing people skinned. Well, + bye-bye, bless you! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN rises and pats her hand. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR. Half a second, Margaret. Wait for me. She nods and goes out. Mr + Twisden, what do you really think? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. I am Dancy's lawyer, my dear Charles, as well as yours. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Well, can I go and see Canynge? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Better not. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. If they get that out of him, and recall me, am I to say he told me + of it at the time? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. You didn't feel the coat yourself? And Dancy wasn't present? Then + what Canynge told you is not evidence—he'll stop your being asked. + </p> + <p> + WINSOR. Thank goodness. Good-bye! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + WINSOR goes out. TWISDEN, behind his table, motionless, taps his teeth + with the eyeglasses in his narrow, well-kept hand. After a long shake of + his head and a shrug of his rather high shoulders he snips, goes to the + window and opens it. Then crossing to the door, Left Back, he throws it + open and says + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN. At your service, sir. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + GILMAN comes forth, nursing his pot hat. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + Be seated. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN closes the window behind him, and takes his seat. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + GILMAN. [Taking the client's chair, to the left of the table] Mr Twisden, + I believe? My name's Gilman, head of Gilman's Department Stores. You have + my card. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Looking at the card] Yes. What can we do for you? + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. Well, I've come to you from a sense of duty, sir, and also a + feelin' of embarrassment. [He takes from his breast pocket an evening + paper] You see, I've been followin' this Dancy case—it's a good deal + talked of in Putney—and I read this at half-past two this afternoon. + To be precise, at 2.25. [He rises and hands the paper to TWISDEN, and with + a thick gloved forefinger indicates a passage] When I read these numbers, + I 'appened to remember givin' change for a fifty-pound note—don't + often 'ave one in, you know—so I went to the cash-box out of + curiosity, to see that I 'adn't got it. Well, I 'ad; and here it is. [He + draws out from his breast pocket and lays before TWISDEN a fifty-pound + banknote] It was brought in to change by a customer of mine three days + ago, and he got value for it. Now, that's a stolen note, it seems, and + you'd like to know what I did. Mind you, that customer of mine I've known + 'im—well— eight or nine years; an Italian he is—wine + salesman, and so far's I know, a respectable man-foreign-lookin', but + nothin' more. Now, this was at 'alf-past two, and I was at my head branch + at Putney, where I live. I want you to mark the time, so as you'll see I + 'aven't wasted a minute. I took a cab and I drove straight to my + customer's private residence in Putney, where he lives with his daughter—Ricardos + his name is, Paolio Ricardos. They tell me there that he's at his business + shop in the City. So off I go in the cab again, and there I find him. + Well, sir, I showed this paper to him and I produced the note. "Here," I + said, "you brought this to me and you got value for it." Well, that man + was taken aback. If I'm a judge, Mr Twisden, he was taken aback, not to + speak in a guilty way, but he was, as you might say, flummoxed. "Now," I + said to him, "where did you get it—that's the point?" He took his + time to answer, and then he said: "Well, Mr Gilman," he said, "you know + me; I am an honourable man. I can't tell you offhand, but I am above the + board." He's foreign, you know, in his expressions. "Yes," I said, "that's + all very well," I said, "but here I've got a stolen note and you've got + the value for it. Now I tell you," I said, "what I'm going to do; I'm + going straight with this note to Mr Jacob Twisden, who's got this Dancy-De + Levis case in 'and. He's a well-known Society lawyer," I said, "of great + experience." "Oh!" he said, "that is what you do?"—funny the way he + speaks! "Then I come with you!"—And I've got him in the cab below. I + want to tell you everything before he comes up. On the way I tried to get + something out of him, but I couldn't—I could not. "This is very + awkward," I said at last. "It is, Mr Gilman," was his reply; and he began + to talk about his Sicilian claret—a very good wine, mind you; but + under the circumstances it seemed to me uncalled for. Have I made it clear + to you? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Who has listened with extreme attention] Perfectly, Mr Gilman. + I'll send down for him. [He touches a hand-bell]. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The YOUNG CLERK appears at the door, Left Forward. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + A gentleman in a taxi-waiting. Ask him to be so good as to step up. Oh! + and send Mr Graviter here again. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The YOUNG CLERK goes out. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + GILMAN. As I told you, sir, I've been followin' this case. It's what you + might call piquant. And I should be very glad if it came about that this + helped Captain Dancy. I take an interest, because, to tell you the truth, + [Confidentially] I don't like—well, not to put too fine a point upon + it 'Ebrews. They work harder; they're more sober; they're honest; and + they're everywhere. I've nothing against them, but the fact is—they + get on so. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Cocking an eye] A thorn in the flesh, Mr Gilman. + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. Well, I prefer my own countrymen, and that's the truth of it. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + As he speaks, GRAVITER comes in by the door Left Forward. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Pointing to the newspaper and the note] Mr Gilman has brought + this, of which he is holder for value. His customer, who changed it three + days ago, is coming up. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. The fifty-pounder. I see. [His face is long and reflective]. + </p> + <p> + YOUNG CLERK. [Entering] Mr Ricardos, sir. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He goes out. RICARDOS is a personable, Italian-looking man in a frock + coat, with a dark moustachioed face and dark hair a little grizzled. He + looks anxious, and bows. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN. Mr Ricardos? My name is Jacob Twisden. My partner. [Holding up a + finger, as RICARDOS would speak] Mr Gilman has told us about this note. + You took it to him, he says, three days ago; that is, on Monday, and + received cash for it? + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. Yes, sare. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. You were not aware that it was stolen? + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. [With his hand to his breast] Oh! no, sare. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. You received it from—? + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. A minute, sare; I would weesh to explain—[With an + expressive shrug] in private. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Nodding] Mr Gilman, your conduct has been most prompt. You may + safely leave the matter in our hands, now. Kindly let us retain this note; + and ask for my cashier as you go out and give him [He writes] this. He + will reimburse you. We will take any necessary steps ourselves. + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. [In slight surprise, with modest pride] Well, sir, I'm in your + 'ands. I must be guided by you, with your experience. I'm glad you think I + acted rightly. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Very rightly, Mr Gilman—very rightly. [Rising] Good + afternoon! + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. Good afternoon, sir. Good afternoon, gentlemen! [To TWISDEN] I'm + sure I'm very 'appy to have made your acquaintance, sir. It's a well-known + name. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Thank you. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + GILMAN retreats, glances at RICARDOS, and turns again. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + GILMAN. I suppose there's nothing else I ought to do, in the interests of + the law? I'm a careful man. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. If there is, Mr Gilman, we will let you know. We have your + address. You may make your mind easy; but don't speak of this. It might + interfere with Justice. + </p> + <p> + GILMAN. Oh! I shouldn't dream of it. I've no wish to be mixed up in + anything conspicuous. That's not my principle at all. Good-day, gentlemen. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He goes. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Seating himself] Now, sir, will you sit down. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + But RICARDOS does not sit; he stands looking uneasily across the table + at GRAVITER. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + You may speak out. + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. Well, Mr Tweesden and sare, this matter is very serious for me, + and very delicate—it concairns my honour. I am in a great + difficulty. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. When in difficulty—complete frankness, sir. + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. It is a family matter, sare, I— + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Let me be frank with you. [Telling his points off on his fingers] + We have your admission that you changed this stopped note for value. It + will be our duty to inform the Bank of England that it has been traced to + you. You will have to account to them for your possession of it. I suggest + to you that it will be far better to account frankly to us. + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. [Taking out a handkerchief and quite openly wiping his hands and + forehead] I received this note, sare, with others, from a gentleman, sare, + in settlement of a debt of honour, and I know nothing of where he got + them. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. H'm! that is very vague. If that is all you can tell us, I'm + afraid— + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. Gentlemen, this is very painful for me. It is my daughter's good + name—[He again wipes his brow]. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Come, sir, speak out! + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. [Desperately] The notes were a settlement to her from this + gentleman, of whom she was a great friend. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Suddenly] I am afraid we must press you for the name of the + gentleman. + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. Sare, if I give it to you, and it does 'im 'arm, what will my + daughter say? This is a bad matter for me. He behaved well to her; and she + is attached to him still; sometimes she is crying yet because she lost + him. And now we betray him, perhaps, who knows? This is very unpleasant + for me. [Taking up the paper] Here it gives the number of another note—a + 'undred-pound note. I 'ave that too. [He takes a note from his breast + pocket]. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. How much did he give you in all? + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. For my daughter's settlement one thousand pounds. I understand + he did not wish to give a cheque because of his marriage. So I did not + think anything about it being in notes, you see. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. When did he give you this money? + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. The middle of Octobare last. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Suddenly looking up] Mr Ricardos, was it Captain Dancy? + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. [Again wiping his forehead] Gentlemen, I am so fond of my + daughter. I have only the one, and no wife. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [With an effort] Yes, yes; but I must know. + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. Sare, if I tell you, will you give me your good word that my + daughter shall not hear of it? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. So far as we are able to prevent it—certainly. + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. Sare, I trust you.—It was Captain Dancy. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + A long pause. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + GRAVITER [Suddenly] Were you blackmailing him? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Holding up his hand] My partner means, did you press him for + this settlement? + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. I did think it my duty to my daughter to ask that he make + compensation to her. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. With threats that you would tell his wife? + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. [With a shrug] Captain Dancy was a man of honour. He said: "Of + course I will do this." I trusted him. And a month later I did remind him, + and he gave me this money for her. I do not know where he got it—I + do not know. Gentlemen, I have invested it all on her—every + penny-except this note, for which I had the purpose to buy her a necklace. + That is the sweared truth. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. I must keep this note. [He touches the hundred-pound note] You + will not speak of this to anyone. I may recognise that you were a holder + for value received—others might take a different view. Good-day, + sir. Graviter, see Mr Ricardos out, and take his address. + </p> + <p> + RICARDOS. [Pressing his hands over the breast of his frock coat—with + a sigh] Gentlemen, I beg you—remember what I said. [With a roll of + his eyes] My daughter—I am not happee. Good-day. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He turns and goes out slowly, Left Forward, followed by GRAVITER. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN. [To himself] Young Dancy! [He pins the two notes together and + places them in an envelope, then stands motionless except for his eyes and + hands, which restlessly express the disturbance within him.] + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + GRAVITER returns, carefully shuts the door, and going up to him, hands + him RICARDOS' card. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + [Looking at the card] Villa Benvenuto. This will have to be verified, but + I'm afraid it's true. That man was not acting. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. What's to be done about Dancy? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Can you understand a gentleman—? + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. I don't know, sir. The war loosened "form" all over the place. I + saw plenty of that myself. And some men have no moral sense. From the + first I've had doubts. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. We can't go on with the case. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. Phew!... [A moment's silence] Gosh! It's an awful thing for his + wife. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Yes. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER [Touching the envelope] Chance brought this here, sir. That man + won't talk—he's too scared. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Gilman. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. Too respectable. If De Levis got those notes back, and the rest + of the money, anonymously? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. But the case, Graviter; the case. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. I don't believe this alters what I've been thinking. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Thought is one thing—knowledge another. There's duty to our + profession. Ours is a fine calling. On the good faith of solicitors a very + great deal hangs. [He crosses to the hearth as if warmth would help him]. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. It'll let him in for a prosecution. He came to us in confidence. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Not as against the law. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. No. I suppose not. [A pause] By Jove, I don't like losing this + case. I don't like the admission we backed such a wrong 'un. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Impossible to go on. Apart from ourselves, there's Sir Frederic. + We must disclose to him—can't let him go on in the dark. Complete + confidence between solicitor and counsel is the essence of professional + honour. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. What are you going to do then, sir? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. See Dancy at once. Get him on the phone. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. [Taking up the telephone] Get me Captain Dancy's flat.... + What?... [To TWISDEN] Mrs Dancy is here. That's a propos with a vengeance. + Are you going to see her, sir? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [After a moment's painful hesitation] I must. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. [Telephoning] Bring Mrs Dancy up. [He turns to the window]. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + MABEL DANDY is shown in, looking very pale. TWISDEN advances from the + fire, and takes her hand. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + MABEL. Major Colford's taken Ronny off in his car for the night. I thought + it would do him good. I said I'd come round in case there was anything you + wanted to say before to-morrow. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Taken aback] Where have they gone? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. I don't know, but he'll be home before ten o'clock to-morrow. Is + there anything? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Well, I'd like to see him before the Court sits. Send him on here + as soon as he comes. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [With her hand to her forehead] Oh! Mr Twisden, when will it be + over? My head's getting awful sitting in that Court. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. My dear Mrs Dancy, there's no need at all for you to come down + to-morrow; take a rest and nurse your head. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Really and truly? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Yes; it's the very best thing you can do. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER turns his head, and looks at them unobserved. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. How do you think it's going? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. It went very well to-day; very well indeed. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. You must be awfully fed up with us. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. My dear young lady, that's our business. [He takes her hand]. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + MABEL's face suddenly quivers. She draws her hand away, and covers her + lips with it. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + There, there! You want a day off badly. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. I'm so tired of—! Thank you so much for all you're doing. + Good night! Good night, Mr Graviter! + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. Good night, Mrs Dancy. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + MABEL goes. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + GRAVITER. D'you know, I believe she knows. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. No, no! She believes in him implicitly. A staunch little woman. + Poor thing! + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. Hasn't that shaken you, sir? It has me. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. No, no! I—I can't go on with the case. It's breaking faith. + Get Sir Frederic's chambers. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. [Telephoning, and getting a reply, looks round at TWISDEN] Yes? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Ask if I can come round and see him. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. [Telephoning] Can Sir Frederic spare Mr Twisden a few minutes + now if he comes round? [Receiving reply] He's gone down to Brighton for + the night. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. H'm! What hotel? + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. [Telephoning] What's his address? What...? [To TWISDEN] The + Bedford. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. I'll go down. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. [Telephoning] Thank you. All right. [He rings off]. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Just look out the trains down and up early to-morrow. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + GRAVITER takes up an A B C, and TWISDEN takes up the Ricardos card. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN. Send to this address in Putney, verify the fact that Ricardos has + a daughter, and give me a trunk call to Brighton. Better go yourself, + Graviter. If you see her, don't say anything, of course— invent some + excuse. [GRAVITER nods] I'll be up in time to see Dancy. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. By George! I feel bad about this. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Yes. But professional honour comes first. What time is that + train? [He bends over the ABC]. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + CURTAIN. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + SCENE II + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The same room on the following morning at ten-twenty-five, by the + Grandfather clock. The YOUNG CLERK is ushering in DANCY, whose face is + perceptibly harder than it was three months ago, like that of a man who + has lived under great restraint. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DANCY. He wanted to see me before the Court sat. + </p> + <p> + YOUNG CLERK. Yes, sir. Mr Twisden will see you in one minute. He had to go + out of town last night. [He prepares to open the waiting-room door]. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Were you in the war? + </p> + <p> + YOUNG CLERK. Yes. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. How can you stick this? + </p> + <p> + YOUNG CLERK. [With a smile] My trouble was to stick that, sir. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. But you get no excitement from year's end to year's end. It'd drive + me mad. + </p> + <p> + YOUNG CLERK. [Shyly] A case like this is pretty exciting. I'd give a lot + to see us win it. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Staring at him] Why? What is it to you? + </p> + <p> + YOUNG CLERK. I don't know, sir. It's—it's like football—you + want your side to win. [He opens the waiting-room door. Expanding] You see + some rum starts, too, in a lawyer's office in a quiet way. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DANCY enters the waiting-room, and the YOUNG CLERK, shutting the door, + meets TWISDEN as he comes in, Left Forward, and takes from him overcoat, + top hat, and a small bag. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + YOUNG CLERK. Captain Dancy's waiting, sir. [He indicates the + waiting-room]. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Narrowing his lips] Very well. Mr Graviter gone to the Courts? + </p> + <p> + YOUNG CLERK. Yes, sir. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Did he leave anything for me? + </p> + <p> + YOUNG CLERK. On the table, sir. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Taking up an envelope] Thank you. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The CLERK goes. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Opening the envelope and reading] "All corroborates." H'm! [He + puts it in his pocket and takes out of an envelope the two notes, lays + them on the table, and covers them with a sheet of blotting-paper; stands + a moment preparing himself, then goes to the door of the waiting-room, + opens it, and says:] Now, Captain Dancy. Sorry to have kept you waiting. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Entering] WINSOR came to me yesterday about General Canynge's + evidence. Is that what you wanted to speak to me about? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. No. It isn't that. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Looking at his wrist watch] By me it's just on the half-hour, sir. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Yes. I don't want you to go to the Court. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Not? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. I have very serious news for you. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Wincing and collecting himself] Oh! + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. These two notes. [He uncovers the notes] After the Court rose + yesterday we had a man called Ricardos here. [A pause] Is there any need + for me to say more? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Unflinching] No. What now? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Our duty was plain; we could not go on with the case. I have + consulted Sir Frederic. He felt—he felt that he must throw up his + brief, and he will do that the moment the Court sits. Now I want to talk + to you about what you're going to do. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. That's very good of you, considering. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. I don't pretend to understand, but I imagine you may have done + this in a moment of reckless bravado, feeling, perhaps, that as you gave + the mare to De Levis, the money was by rights as much yours as his. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + Stopping DANCY, who is about to speak, with a gesture. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + To satisfy a debt of honour to this—lady; and, no doubt, to save + your wife from hearing of it from the man Ricardos. Is that so? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. To the life. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. It was mad, Captain Dancy, mad! But the question now is: What do + you owe to your wife? She doesn't dream—I suppose? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [With a twitching face] No. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. We can't tell what the result of this collapse will be. The + police have the theft in hand. They may issue a warrant. The money could + be refunded, and the costs paid—somehow that can all be managed. But + it may not help. In any case, what end is served by your staying in the + country? You can't save your honour—that's gone. You can't save your + wife's peace of mind. If she sticks to you—do you think she will? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Not if she's wise. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Better go! There's a war in Morocco. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [With a bitter smile] Good old Morocco! + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Will you go, then, at once, and leave me to break it to your + wife? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. I don't know yet. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. You must decide quickly, to catch a boat train. Many a man has + made good. You're a fine soldier. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. There are alternatives. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Now, go straight from this office. You've a passport, I suppose; + you won't need a visa for France, and from there you can find means to + slip over. Have you got money on you? [Dancy nods]. We will see what we + can do to stop or delay proceedings. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. It's all damned kind of you. [With difficulty] But I must think of + my wife. Give me a few minutes. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Yes, yes; go in there and think it out. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He goes to the door, Right, and opens it. DANCY passes him and goes out. + TWISDEN rings a bell and stands waiting. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + CLERK. [Entering] Yes, sir? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Tell them to call a taxi. + </p> + <p> + CLERK. [Who has a startled look] Yes, sir. Mr Graviter has come in, air, + with General Canynge. Are you disengaged? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Yes. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The CLERK goes out, and almost immediately GRAVITER and CANYNGE enter. + Good-morning, General. [To GRAVITER] + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + Well? + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. Sir Frederic got up at once and said that since the publication + of the numbers of those notes, information had reached him which forced + him to withdraw from the case. Great sensation, of course. I left Bromley + in charge. There'll be a formal verdict for the defendant, with costs. + Have you told Dancy? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Yes. He's in there deciding what he'll do. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Grave and vexed] This is a dreadful thing, Twisden. I've been + afraid of it all along. A soldier! A gallant fellow, too. What on earth + got into him? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. There's no end to human nature, General. + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. You can see queerer things in the papers, any day. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. That poor young wife of his! WINSOR gave me a message for you, + Twisden. If money's wanted quickly to save proceedings, draw on him. Is + there anything I can do? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. I've advised him to go straight off to Morocco. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. I don't know that an asylum isn't the place for him. He must be + off his head at moments. That jump-crazy! He'd have got a verdict on that + alone—if they'd seen those balconies. I was looking at them when I + was down there last Sunday. Daring thing, Twisden. Very few men, on a dark + night—He risked his life twice. That's a shrewd fellow—young + De Levis. He spotted Dancy's nature. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The YOUNG CLERK enters. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + CLERK. The taxi's here, sir. Will you see Major Colford and Miss Orme? + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Graviter—No; show them in. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The YOUNG CLERK goes. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + CANYNGE. Colford's badly cut up. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + MARGARET ORME and COLFORD enter. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + COLFORD. [Striding forward] There must be some mistake about this, Mr + Twisden. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Hssh! Dancy's in there. He's admitted it. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + Voices are subdued at once. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + COLFORD. What? [With emotion] If it were my own brother, I couldn't feel + it more. But—damn it! What right had that fellow to chuck up the + case—without letting him know, too. I came down with Dancy this + morning, and he knew nothing about it. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. [Coldly] That was unfortunately unavoidable. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. Guilty or not, you ought to have stuck to him—it's not + playing the game, Mr Twisden. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. You must allow me to judge where my duty lay, in a very hard + case. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. I thought a man was safe with his solicitor. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Colford, you don't understand professional etiquette. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. No, thank God! + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. When you have been as long in your profession as I have been in + mine, Major Colford, you will know that duty to your calling outweighs + duty to friend or client. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. But I serve the Country. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. And I serve the Law, sir. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Graviter, give me a sheet of paper. I'll write a letter for him. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. [Going up to TWISDEN] Dear Mr Jacob—pay De Levis. You know + my pearls—put them up the spout again. Don't let Ronny be— + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Money isn't the point, Margaret. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET. It's ghastly! It really is. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. I'm going in to shake hands with him. [He starts to cross the + room]. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. Wait! We want him to go straight off to Morocco. Don't upset him. + [To COLFORD and MARGARET] I think you had better go. If, a little later, + Margaret, you could go round to Mrs Dancy— + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. Poor little Mabel Dancy! It's perfect hell for her. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + They have not seen that DANCY has opened the door behind them. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DANCY. It is! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + They all turn round in consternation. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + COLFORD. [With a convulsive movement] Old boy! + </p> + <p> + DANCY. No good, Colford. [Gazing round at them] Oh! clear out—I + can't stand commiseration; and let me have some air. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN motions to COLFORD and MARGARET to go; and as he turns to DANCY, + they go out. GRAVITER also moves towards the door. The GENERAL sits + motionless. GRAVITER goes Out. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN. Well? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. I'm going home, to clear up things with my wife. General Canynge, I + don't quite know why I did the damned thing. But I did, and there's an end + of it. + </p> + <p> + CANYNGE. Dancy, for the honour of the Army, avoid further scandal if you + can. I've written a letter to a friend of mine in the Spanish War Office. + It will get you a job in their war. [CANYNGE closes the envelope]. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Very good of you. I don't know if I can make use of it. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + CANYNGE stretches out the letter, which TWISDEN hands to DANCY, who + takes it. GRAVITER re-opens the door. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN. What is it? + </p> + <p> + GRAVITER. De Levis is here. + </p> + <p> + TWISDEN. De Levis? Can't see him. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Let him in! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + After a moment's hesitation TWISDEN nods, and GRAVITER goes out. The + three wait in silence with their eyes fixed on the door, the GENERAL + sitting at the table, TWISDEN by his chair, DANCY between him and the + door Right. DE LEVIS comes in and shuts the door. He is advancing + towards TWISDEN when his eyes fall on DANCY, and he stops. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN. You wanted to see me? + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [Moistening his lips] Yes. I came to say that—that I + overheard—I am afraid a warrant is to be issued. I wanted you to + realise—it's not my doing. I'll give it no support. I'm content. I + don't want my money. I don't even want costs. Dancy, do you understand? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DANCY does not answer, but looks at him with nothing alive in his face + but his eyes. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN. We are obliged to you, Sir. It was good of you to come. + </p> + <p> + DE LEVIS. [With a sort of darting pride] Don't mistake me. I didn't come + because I feel Christian; I am a Jew. I will take no money—not even + that which was stolen. Give it to a charity. I'm proved right. And now I'm + done with the damned thing. Good-morning! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He makes a little bow to CANYNGE and TWISDEN, and turns to face DANCY, + who has never moved. The two stand motionless, looking at each other, + then DE LEVIS shrugs his shoulders and walks out. When he is gone there + is a silence. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + CANYNGE. [Suddenly] You heard what he said, Dancy. You have no time to + lose. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + But DANCY does not stir. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + TWISDEN. Captain Dancy? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + Slowly, without turning his head, rather like a man in a dream, DANCY + walks across the room, and goes out. CURTAIN. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + SCENE III + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The DANCYS' sitting-room, a few minutes later. MABEL DANCY is sitting + alone on the sofa with a newspaper on her lap; she is only just up, and + has a bottle of smelling-salts in her hand. Two or three other + newspapers are dumped on the arm of the sofa. She topples the one off + her lap and takes up another as if she couldn't keep away from them; + drops it in turn, and sits staring before her, sniffing at the salts. + The door, Right, is opened and DANCY comes in. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + MABEL. [Utterly surprised] Ronny! Do they want me in Court? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. No. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. What is it, then? Why are you back? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Spun. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Blank] Spun? What do you mean? What's spun? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. The case. They've found out through those notes. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Oh! [Staring at his face] Who? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Me! + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [After a moment of horrified stillness] Don't, Ronny! Oh! No! + Don't! [She buries her face in the pillows of the sofa]. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DANCY stands looking down at her. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DANCY. Pity you wouldn't come to Africa three months ago. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Why didn't you tell me then? I would have gone. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. You wanted this case. Well, it's fallen down. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Oh! Why didn't I face it? But I couldn't—I had to believe. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. And now you can't. It's the end, Mabel. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Looking up at him] No. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + DANCY goes suddenly on his knees and seizes her hand. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DANCY. Forgive me! + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Putting her hand on his head] Yes; oh, yes! I think I've known a + long time, really. Only—why? What made you? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Getting up and speaking in jerks] It was a crazy thing to do; but, + damn it, I was only looting a looter. The money was as much mine as his. A + decent chap would have offered me half. You didn't see the brute look at + me that night at dinner as much as to say: "You blasted fool!" It made me + mad. That wasn't a bad jump-twice over. Nothing in the war took quite such + nerve. [Grimly] I rather enjoyed that evening. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. But—money! To keep it! + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Sullenly] Yes, but I had a debt to pay. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. To a woman? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. A debt of honour—it wouldn't wait. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. It was—it was to a woman. Ronny, don't lie any more. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Grimly] Well! I wanted to save your knowing. I'd promised a + thousand. I had a letter from her father that morning, threatening to tell + you. All the same, if that tyke hadn't jeered at me for parlour tricks!—But + what's the good of all this now? [Sullenly] Well—it may cure you of + loving me. Get over that, Mab; I never was worth it—and I'm done + for! + </p> + <p> + MABEL. The woman—have you—since—? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Energetically] No! You supplanted her. But if you'd known I was + leaving a woman for you, you'd never have married me. [He walks over to + the hearth]. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + MABEL too gets up. She presses her hands to her forehead, then walks + blindly round to behind the sofa and stands looking straight in front of + her. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + MABEL. [Coldly] What has happened, exactly? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Sir Frederic chucked up the case. I've seen Twisden; they want me + to run for it to Morocco. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. To the war there? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Yes. There's to be a warrant out. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. A prosecution? Prison? Oh, go! Don't wait a minute! Go! + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Blast them! + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Oh, Ronny! Please! Please! Think what you'll want. I'll pack. + Quick! No! Don't wait to take things. Have you got money? + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Nodding] This'll be good-bye, then! + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [After a moment's struggle] Oh! No! No, no! I'll follow—I'll + come out to you there. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. D'you mean you'll stick to me? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Of course I'll stick to you. + </p> + <p> + DANCY seizes her hand and puts it to his lips. The bell rings. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [In terror] Who's that? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The bell rings again. DANCY moves towards the door. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + No! Let me! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + She passes him and steals out to the outer door of the flat, where she + stands listening. The bell rings again. She looks through the slit of + the letter-box. While she is gone DANCY stands quite still, till she + comes back. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + MABEL. Through the letter-bog—I can see——It's—it's + police. Oh! God!... Ronny! I can't bear it. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Heads up, Mab! Don't show the brutes! + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Whatever happens, I'll go on loving you. If it's prison—I'll + wait. Do you understand? I don't care what you did—I don't care! I'm + just the same. I will be just the same when you come back to me. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. [Slowly] That's not in human nature. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. It is. It's in Me. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. I've crocked up your life. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. No, no! Kiss me! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + A long kiss, till the bell again startles them apart, and there is a + loud knock. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DANCY. They'll break the door in. It's no good—we must open. Hold + them in check a little. I want a minute or two. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. [Clasping him] Ronny! Oh, Ronny! It won't be for long—I'll be + waiting! I'll be waiting—I swear it. + </p> + <p> + DANCY. Steady, Mab! [Putting her back from him] Now! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + He opens the bedroom door, Left, and stands waiting for her to go. + Summoning up her courage, she goes to open the outer door. A sudden + change comes over DANCY'S face; from being stony it grows almost + maniacal. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + DANCY. [Under his breath] No! No! By God! No! He goes out into the + bedroom, closing the door behind him. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + MABEL has now opened the outer door, and disclosed INSPECTOR DEDE and + the YOUNG CONSTABLE who were summoned to Meldon Court on the night of + the theft, and have been witnesses in the case. Their voices are heard. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + MABEL. Yes? + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Captain Dancy in, madam? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. I am not quite sure—I don't think so. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. I wish to speak to him a minute. Stay here, Grover. Now, madam! + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Will you come in while I see? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + She comes in, followed by the INSPECTOR. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + INSPECTOR. I should think you must be sure, madam. This is not a big + place. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. He was changing his clothes to go out. I think he has gone. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. What's that door? + </p> + <p> + MABEL. To our bedroom. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Moving towards it] He'll be in there, then. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. What do you want, Inspector? + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Melting] Well, madam, it's no use disguising it. I'm + exceedingly sorry, but I've a warrant for his arrest. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Inspector! + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. I'm sure I've every sympathy for you, madam; but I must carry + out my instructions. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. And break my heart? + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Well, madam, we're—we're not allowed to take that into + consideration. The Law's the Law. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Are you married? + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. I am. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. If you—your wife— + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The INSPECTOR raises his hand, deprecating. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + [Speaking low] Just half an hour! Couldn't you? It's two lives—two + whole lives! We've only been married four months. Come back in half an + hour. It's such a little thing—nobody will know. Nobody. Won't you? + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Now, madam—you must know my duty. + </p> + <p> + MABEL. Inspector, I beseech you—just half an hour. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. No, no—don't you try to undermine me—I'm sorry for + you; but don't you try it! [He tries the handle, then knocks at the door]. + </p> + <p> + DANCY'S VOICE. One minute! + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. It's locked. [Sharply] Is there another door to that room? + Come, now— + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The bell rings. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + [Moving towards the door, Left; to the CONSTABLE] Who's that out there? + </p> + <p> + CONSTABLE. A lady and gentleman, sir. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. What lady and— Stand by, Grover! + </p> + <p> + DANCY'S VOICE. All right! You can come in now. + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + There is the noise of a lock being turned. And almost immediately the + sound of a pistol shot in the bedroom. MABEL rushes to the door, tears + it open, and disappears within, followed by the INSPECTOR, just as + MARGARET ORME and COLFORD come in from the passage, pursued by the + CONSTABLE. They, too, all hurry to the bedroom door and disappear for a + moment; then COLFORD and MARGARET reappear, supporting MABEL, who faints + as they lay her on the sofa. COLFORD takes from her hand an envelope, + and tears it open. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + COLFORD. It's addressed to me. [He reads it aloud to MARGARET in a low + voice]. + </p> + <p> + "DEAR COLFORD,—This is the only decent thing I can do. It's too + damned unfair to her. It's only another jump. A pistol keeps faith. Look + after her, Colford—my love to her, and you." + </p> + <p> + MARGARET gives a sort of choking sob, then, seeing the smelling bottle, + she snatches it up, and turns to revive MABEL. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. Leave her! The longer she's unconscious, the better. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Re-entering] This is a very serious business, sir. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. [Sternly] Yes, Inspector; you've done for my best friend. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. I, sir? He shot himself. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. Hara-kiri. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Beg pardon? + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. [He points with the letter to MABEL] For her sake, and his own. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. [Putting out his hand] I'll want that, sir. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. [Grimly] You shall have it read at the inquest. Till then— + it's addressed to me, and I stick to it. + </p> + <p> + INSPECTOR. Very well, sir. Do you want to have a look at him? + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + COLFORD passes quickly into the bedroom, followed by the INSPECTOR. + MARGARET remains kneeling beside MABEL. COLFORD comes quickly back. + MARGARET looks up at him. He stands very still. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + COLFORD. Neatly—through the heart. + </p> + <p> + MARGARET [wildly] Keeps faith! We've all done that. It's not enough. + </p> + <p> + COLFORD. [Looking down at MABEL] All right, old boy! + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + The CURTAIN falls. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + <i>GALSWORTHY'S PLAYS</i> + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2H_TOC" id="link2H_TOC_"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + <i>Links to All Volumes</i> + </h2> + <table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto" cellpadding="4" border="3"> + <tr> + <td> + THE FIRST SERIES: + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2906/2906-h/2906-h.htm"><b>The + Silver Box</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2907/2907-h/2907-h.htm"><b>Joy</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2908/2908-h/2908-h.htm"><b>Strife</b></a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + THE SECOND SERIES: + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2909/2909-h/2909-h.htm"><b>The + Eldest Son</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2910/2910-h/2910-h.htm"><b>Little + Dream</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2911/2911-h/2911-h.htm"><b>Justice</b></a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + THE THIRD SERIES: + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2912/2912-h/2912-h.htm"><b>The + Fugitive</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2913/2913-h/2913-h.htm"><b>The + Pigeon</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2914/2914-h/2914-h.htm"><b>The + Mob</b></a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + THE FOURTH SERIES: + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2915/2915-h/2915-h.htm"><b>A + Bit O'Love</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2916/2916-h/2916-h.htm"><b>The + Foundations</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2917/2917-h/2917-h.htm"><b>The + Skin Game</b></a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + THE FIFTH SERIES: + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/4764/4764-h/4764-h.htm"><b>A + Family Man</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/4765/4765-h/4765-h.htm"><b>Loyalties</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/4766/4766-h/4766-h.htm"><b>Windows</b></a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + THE SIXTH SERIES: + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2918/2918-h/2918-h.htm"><b>The + First and Last</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2919/2919-h/2919-h.htm"><b>The + Little Man</b></a> + </td> + <td> + <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2920/2920-h/2920-h.htm"><b>Four + Short Plays</b></a> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <p> + <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + + End of Project Gutenberg's Loyalties (Fifth Series Plays), by John Galsworthy + + *** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LOYALTIES (FIFTH SERIES PLAYS) *** + + ***** This file should be named 4765-h.htm or 4765-h.zip ***** + This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/4/7/6/4765/ + + Produced by David Widger + + Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions + will be renamed. + + Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no + one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation + (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without + permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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