Winsor.  Kentman paid De Levis round the corner in the further paddock, he says.

     De Levis turns round from the window, so that he and Dancy are
     staring at each other.

Canynge.  Did you hear anything that throws light, Dancy?  As it was your filly originally, we thought perhaps you might.

Dancy.  I?  No.

Canynge.  Didn’t hear of the sale on the course at all?

Dancy.  No.

Canynge.  Then you can’t suggest any one who could have known?  Nothing else was taken, you see.

Dancy.  De Levis is known to be rolling, as I am known to be stony.

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.

Dancy.  He won two races.

De Levis.  Do you suggest that I bet in ready money?

Dancy.  I don’t know how you bet, and I don’t care.

Canynge.  You can’t help us, then?

Dancy.  No.  I can’t.  Anything else? [He looks fixedly at de Levis].

Canynge. [Putting his hand on DANCY’s arm] Nothing else, thank you,
Dancy.

     Dancy goes.  Canynge puts his hand up to his face.  A moment’s
     silence.

Winsor.  You see, De Levis?  He didn’t even know you’d got the money.

De Levis.  Very conclusive.

Winsor.  Well!  You are—!

     There is a knock on the door, and the inspector enters.

Inspector.  I’m just going, gentlemen.  The grounds, I’m sorry to say, have yielded nothing.  It’s a bit of a puzzle.

Canynge.  You’ve searched thoroughly?

Inspector.  We have, General.  I can pick up nothing near the terrace.

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?

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?

     De LEVIS’s face is alive and uncertain.  Canynge is staring at him
     very fixedly.

Winsor. [Emphatically] No.

     De Levis turns and goes out on to the balcony.

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.

Winsor.  Right you are, Inspector.  Good night, and many thanks.

Inspector.  You’re welcome, sir. [He goes out.]

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.