De Levis.  Within the last twenty minutes, certainly.

Winsor.  How long has Morison been up with you?

Lady A. I came up at eleven, and rang for her at once.

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?

Lady A. Consult General Canynge, Charlie.

Winsor.  Right.  Could you get him too?  D’you really want the police,
De Levis?

De Levis. [Stung by the faint contempt in his tone of voice] Yes, I do.

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].

     Lady Adela goes out into her room and closes the door.

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?

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.

Winsor.  How was your window?

De Levis.  Open.

Winsor. [Drawing back the curtains of his own window] You’ve got a balcony like this.  Any sign of a ladder or anything?

De Levis.  No.

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?

De Levis.  Just round the corner in the further paddock.

Winsor.  Anybody about?

De Levis.  Oh, yes!

Winsor.  Suspicious?

De Levis.  I didn’t notice anything.

Winsor.  You must have been marked down and followed here.

De Levis.  How would they know my room?

Winsor.  Might have got it somehow. [A knock from the corridor] Come in.

     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.

Treisure. [To Winsor] Yes, sir?

Winsor.  Who valets Mr De Levis?

Treisure.  Robert, Sir.

Winsor.  When was he up last?

Treisure.  In the ordinary course of things, about ten o’clock, sir.

Winsor.  When did he go to bed?