De Levis.  I didn’t want the mare; I took her as a favour.

Canynge.  With an eye to possibilities, I venture to think—­the principle guides a good many transactions.

De Levis. [As if flicked on a raw spot] In my race, do you mean?

Canynge. [Coldly] I said nothing of the sort.

De Levis.  No; you don’t say these things, any of you.

Canynge.  Nor did I think it.

De Levis.  Dancy does.

Winsor.  Really, De Levis, if this is the way you repay hospitality—­

De Levis.  Hospitality that skins my feelings and costs me a thousand pounds!

Canynge.  Go and get Dancy, Winsor; but don’t say anything to him.

     Winsor goes out.

Canynge.  Perhaps you will kindly control yourself, and leave this to me.

     De Levis turns to the window and lights a cigarette.  Winsor comes
     back, followed by Dancy.

Canynge.  For WINSOR’s sake, Dancy, we don’t want any scandal or fuss about this affair.  We’ve tried to make the police understand that.  To my mind the whole thing turns on our finding who knew that De Levis had this money.  It’s about that we want to consult you.

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.