[MRS. WESTERN has turned towards him, still holding the other
     bracelet in her hand. MARTIN catches sight of it, and stops dead
     short, staring bewilderedly at it.

MRS. WESTERN. [Calmly.] Where did you find it?

     [She takes the bracelet off the salver and lays it on the
     table.

MARTIN. [With a great effort.] It had fallen into the pocket of the car—­there was a hole in the pocket—­it had worked its way right down into the body.

MRS. WESTERN.  Very well.  Thank you.

     [MARTIN goes; the other servants have already slunk off.  There
     is a moment’s silence. MRS. WESTERN suddenly flings the
     bracelet she has in her hand in MISS FARREN’S direction.

MRS. WESTERN. [Contemptuously.] Here.  I return you your property.  And now pack up your things and leave the house.

HARVEY. [Who has stepped forward and picked up the bracelet, standing between MRS. WESTERN and MISS FARREN.] No.

MRS. WESTERN. [Staring at him.] What?

HARVEY. [Violently.] I say, No!

MRS. WESTERN.  I have told the girl to leave my house.

HARVEY. My house—­mine!  And she shall stay in it!  Or, at least, when she goes, it shall be without the slightest stain or suspicion—­

MRS. WESTERN. [Scornfully.] I am not accusing her of theft.

HARVEY.  But you are insinuating—­I declare solemnly before you all—­

JUDGE. [Interposing.] Harvey, one moment....  I am sure that Miss Farren would rather go to her room....

MISS FARREN.  Yes.

HARVEY.  By all means.  Here, take your bracelet. [He gives it to her.]
But you don’t leave this house—­you understand that? I am master here.

     [MISS FARREN goes quietly.

JUDGE.  Now just listen to me, both of you.  Be calm—­all this excitement won’t help.  Harvey, you too.  You and Alice will have your explanation—­

MRS. WESTERN.  If the girl doesn’t go to-night—­

HARVEY.  I tell you again she shall not!  And there’s no need.  I was a fool to give her that bracelet—­she didn’t want to take it—­

MRS. BANKET.  Why did you?

HARVEY.  I had given Alice one on her birthday.

MRS. WESTERN.  Well?

HARVEY.  And so I got her one.

MRS. WESTERN.  Why?

HARVEY.  Because—­[He stops, very embarrassed.]

MRS. WESTERN.  Well?

HARVEY.  Because—­oh, because—­well, she admired it—­and she liked pretty things too....

MRS. WESTERN.  I don’t think you need say anything more.

MRS. BANKET.  No.  He needn’t.  It’s clear enough!

HARVEY. [Eagerly.] Look here, on my honour—­I am fond of her, of course, in a way—­but I’m old enough to be her father—­and I swear to you all—­I’ve seen her about, of course, a good deal—­and I gave her that thing—­but beyond that, nothing, nothing!