De Levis. [Pointing] Where it is now—­under the dressing-table.

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.

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.

     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.

Canynge. [Sotto voce to Winsor] The order would have been just the other way.

     The inspector goes on hands and knees and examines the carpet
     between the window and the bed.

De Levis.  Can I come in again?

Inspector. [Standing up] Did you open the window, sir, or was it open when you first came in?

De Levis.  I opened it.

Inspector.  Drawin’ the curtains back first?

De Levis.  Yes.

Inspector. [Sharply] Are you sure there was nobody in the room already?

De Levis. [Taken aback] I don’t know.  I never thought.  I didn’t look under the bed, if you mean that.

Inspector. [Jotting] Did not look under bed.  Did you look under it after the theft?

De Levis.  No.  I didn’t.

Inspector.  Ah!  Now, what did you do after you came back from your bath? 
Just give us that precisely.

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.

Inspector.  Shutting the window?

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.

Inspector.  Let me have a look at those, sir. [He applies the spy-glasses] And then?

De Levis.  I think I just sat on the bed.

Inspector.  Thinkin’ and cursin’ a bit, I suppose.  Ye-es?

De Levis.  Then I put on my dressing-gown and went straight to Mr Winsor.

Inspector.  Not lockin’ the door?