Winsor.  Phew! [Again the faint tone of outrage, that a man should have so much money about him].

De Levis.  I sold my Rosemary filly to-day on the course to Bentman the bookie, and he paid me in notes.

Winsor.  What?  That weed Dancy gave you in the Spring?

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.

Winsor. [Again outraged] You locked—­

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.

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.

De Levis. [With steel in his voice] Yes.  I should like it back.

Winsor.  Have you got the numbers of the notes?

De Levis.  No.

Winsor.  What were they?

De Levis.  One hundred, three fifties, and the rest tens and fives.

Winsor.  What d’you want me to do?

De Levis.  Unless there’s anybody you think—­

Winsor. [Eyeing him] Is it likely?

De Levis.  Then I think the police ought to see my room.  It’s a lot of money.

Winsor.  Good Lord!  We’re not in Town; there’ll be nobody nearer than
Newmarket at this time of night—­four miles.

     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.

Lady A. [Closing the door] What is it?  Are you ill, Mr De Levis?

Winsor.  Worse; he’s had a lot of money stolen.  Nearly a thousand pounds.

Lady A. Gracious!  Where?

De Levis.  From under my pillow, Lady Adela—­my door was locked—­I was in the bath-room.

Lady A. But how fearfully thrilling!

Winsor.  Thrilling!  What’s to be done?  He wants it back.

Lady A. Of course! [With sudden realisation] Oh!  But Oh! it’s quite too unpleasant!

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.

De Levis.  Who’s next to me?

Lady A. [Coldly] Oh!  Mr De Levis!

Winsor.  Next to you?  The Dancys on this side, and Miss Orme on the other.  What’s that to do with it?

De Levis.  They may have heard something.

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.