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?

Treisure.  I dismissed at eleven.

Winsor.  But did he go?

Treisure.  To the best of my knowledge.  Is there anything I can do, sir?

Winsor. [Disregarding a sign from de Levis] Look here, Treisure, Mr De Levis has had a large sum of money taken from his bedroom within the last half hour.

Treisure.  Indeed, Sir!

Winsor.  Robert’s quite all right, isn’t he?

Treisure.  He is, sir.

De Levis.  How do you know?

     TREISURE’s eyes rest on de Levis.

Treisure.  I am a pretty good judge of character, sir, if you’ll excuse me.

Winsor.  Look here, De Levis, eighty or ninety notes must have been pretty bulky.  You didn’t have them on you at dinner?

De Levis.  No.

Winsor.  Where did you put them?

De Levis.  In a boot, and the boot in my suitcase, and locked it.

     Treisure smiles faintly.

Winsor. [Again slightly outraged by such precautions in his house] And you found it locked—­and took them from there to put under your pillow?

De Levis.  Yes.

Winsor.  Run your mind over things, Treisure—­has any stranger been about?

Treisure.  No, Sir.

Winsor.  This seems to have happened between 11.15 and 11.30.  Is that right? [De Levis nods] Any noise-anything outside-anything suspicious anywhere?

Treisure. [Running his mind—­very still] No, sir.