CbOVb . CORNELL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY FROM M.G. Bishop __ Cornell University Library PR 6013.A46L9 1922a Loyalties :a drama in three acts /by Joh 3 1924 OTnF 871 741 Cornell University Library The original of tliis bool< is in tine Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924010871741 THE WORKS OP JOHN GALSWORTHY FICTION VILLA EUBEIN: AND OTHEE STOBIBS THE ISLAND PHARISEES THE MAN OF PEOPERTY THE COUNTRY HOUSE FRATERNITY THE PATRICIAN THE DARK FLOWEE THE FREELANDS BEYOND FIVE TALES SAINT'S PROGEESS TATTERDEMALION IN CHANCERY TO LET THE FORSYTE SAGA STUDIES A COMMENTARY A MOTLEY THE INN OF TRANQUXLLITY THE LITTLE MAN A SHEAF ANOTHER SHEAF ADDRESSES IN AMERICA, 1919 POEMS MOODS, SONGS AND DOGGERELS MEMORIES (I1.1.TI8TBATED) AWAKENING (Illostrated) PLAYS FiBST Sebies: The Silveb Box Jot Stbifb Second Sebieb: The Eldest Son The Little Dbbau Justice Thibo Sebies: The FnarnvE The PiGEoir The Mob Fourth Sebies: A Bit o* Lotb FoDNDATIONS The Seih Gaub SIX SHORT PLAYS A FAMILY MAN LOYALTIES WINDOWS LOYALTIES LOYALTIES A DRAMA IN THREE ACTS BY JOHN GALSWORTHY NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1922 9 ''l>L I I i; I.' A i; V . • COPTXIGBT, 1922, BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS Printed in the United States of Ameriea PERSONS OF THE PLAY In the Order Chari^s Winsob . Lady Adbla . FEEDmAND De Levis . TEEISiniB Genebal Cantnge Mabgahet Obmb . Captain Ronald Danct, D.S.O. Mabel . Inspbctob Dedb . Robgbt A Constable Augustus Bobbing LoBD St Ebth A Footman . Majob Colpobd . Edwabd Gbaviter A Young Cleek . Oilman Jacob Twibden RiCABDOS of Appearance Ovraer of MeldoB Court, near Newmarket His Wife Young, rich, and new Winsor's Butler A Racing Oracle A Society Girl Retired ffis Wife Of the County Constabulary Winsor's Footman Attendant on Dede A Clubman A Peer of the Realm Of the Club A Brother Officer of Dancy's A Solicitor Of Twisden & Graviter's A Large Grocer Senior Partner of Twisden & Graviter An Italian, in Wine ACT I. SCENE I. Charles Winsor's Dressing-room at Meldon Court, near Neiomarket, of i night in early October. SCENE II. Db Lbvis's Bedroom at Meldon Court, a few minutes later. ACT II. SCENE I. The Card Room of a London Clvbhetween four and five in the afternoon, three weeks later. SCENE II. ThBSitting^oomofthe'DANCT[B' Flat,the following morning. ACT in. SCENE I. OW Mr Jacob Twisden's Boom a« Ticis- den & Graviter's in Idncoln's Inn Fields, at four in the afternoon, three months lat&r. SCENE II. The same, next morning at half-past ten. SCENE III. The Sitting-room of the Dancts' Flat, an hour lata; ACT I D-D O ACT I SCENE I The dressing-room of Chaelbs Wdtsoe, otmer of Meldon Court, near Newmarket; about eleven- thirty at night. The room has pale grey walls, unadorned; the curtains are dravm over a window Back Left Centre. A bed lies along the wall, Left. An open door, Right Back, leads into Lady Adela's bedroom; a door. Bight Forward, into a long corridor, on to which abut rooms in a row, the whole length of the house's left wing. Winsob's dressing-table, vnth a light over it, is Stage Bight of the curtained window. Pyjamas are laid out on the bed, which is turned back. Slippers are handy, and all the usual gear of a weOrappointed bed-dressing-^oom. Chaeles WiNSOE, a tall, fair, good-looking man about thirty-eight, is taking off a smoking jacket, WiNSOH. Hallo! Adela! V. OF Lady A. [From her bedroom] Hallo ! WiNsoE. In bed? V. OP Lady A. No. She appears in the doorway in under-garment and a vyrapper. She, too, is fair, about 4 LOYALTIES act i thirty-fliit, raiher d$lisious, and suggestive of porcelain. WiNSOB. Win at Bridge? Ladt a. No fear. WiNSOH. Who did? Lady A. Lord St Erth and Ferdy De Levis. WiNSOH. That young man has too much luck — the young bounder won two races to-day; and he's as rich as Croesus. Ladt A. Oh! Charlie, he did look so exactly as if he'd sold me a carpet when I was paying him. WiNSOB. [Changing into slippers] His father did sell carpets, wholesale, in the City. Ladt A. Really? And you say I haven't in- tuition! [With a finger on her lips] Morison's in there. WiNSOE. [Motioning towards the door, which she shvis] Ronny Dancy took a tenner off him, anyway, before dinner. Ladt A. No! How? WiNSOB. Standing jiunp on to a bookcase four feet high. De Levis had to pay up, and sneered at him for making money by parlour tricks. That young Jew gets himself disliked. Ladt A. Aren't you rather prejudiced? WiNSOE. Not a bit. I like Jews. That's not against him — ^rather the contrary these days. But he pushes himself. The General tells me he's deathly keen to get into the Jockey Club. [Taking off his tie] It's amusing to see him trying to get round old St Erth. sc. I LOYALTIES 5 Lady A. If Lord St Erth and General Canynge backed him he'd get in if he did sell carpets ! WiNSOH. He's got some pretty good horses. [Taking off his waistcoat] Ronny Dancy's on his bones again, I'm afraid. He had a bad day. When a chap takes to doing parlour stunts for a bet — it's a sure sign. What made him chuck the Army? Labt a. He sayB it's too dull, now there's no fighting. WiNsoE. Well, he can't exist on backing losers. Ladt a. Isn't it just like him to get married now? He really is the most reckless person. WiNSOH. Yes. He's a queer chap. I've always liked him, but I've never quite made him out. What do you think of his wife? Lady A. Nice child; awfully gone on him. WiNSOK. Is he? Lady A. Quite indecently — ^both of them. [Nod- ding towards the wall, Left] They're next door. WiNSOR. Who's beyond them? Lady A. De Levis; and Margaret Orme at the end. Charlie, do you realise that the bathroom out there has to wash those four? WiNSOB. I know. Lady A. Your grandfather was crazy when he built this wing; six rooms in a row with balconies hke an hotel, and only one bath — ^if we hadn't put ours in. WiNSOR. [Looking at his watch] Half-past eleven. [Yavms] Newmarket always makes me sleepy. You're keeping Morison up. 6 LOYALTIES act i Lady Adela goes to the door, blowing a kiss. Chaeles goes up to his dressing-table and begins to brush his hair, sprinkling on essence. There is a knock on th£ corridor door. Come in. De Levis erders, clad in pyjamas and flowered dressing-gown. He is a dark, good-looMng, rather Eastern young man. His face is long and disturbed. Hallo ! De Levis ! Anything I can do for you? De Levis. [In a voice whose faint exoticism is broken by a vexed excitement] I say, I'm awfully sorry, Winsor, but I thought I'd better tell you at once. I've just had — er — ^rather a lot of money stolen. Winsor. What! [There is something of outrage in his tone and glance, as who should say: "In my hou^e f "] How do you mean stolen f De Levis. I put it under my pillow and went to have a bath; when I came back it was gone. WiNSOE. Good Lord! How much? De Levis.- Nearly a thousand — ^nine hundred and seventy, I think. WiNSOE. Phew! [Again the faint tone of outrage, that a man should have so much money about him[. De Levis. I sold my Rosemary filly to-day on the course to Kentman the bookie, and he paid me in notes. WiNSOE. What? That weed Dancy gave you in the Spring? De Levis. Yes. But I tried her pretty high the sc. I LOYALTIES 7 other day; and she's in the Cambridgeshire. I was only out of my room a quarter of an hour, and I locked my door. WiNSOR. [Again outraged] You locked Db Levis. [Not seeing the fine shade] Yes, and had the key here. [He taps his pocket] Look here! [He holds out a pocket-book] It's been stuffed with my shaving papers. WiNSOE. [Between feeling that such things don't happen, and a sense that he loill have to clear it up] T'his is damned awkward, De Levis. De Levis. [With sted in his voice] Yes. I should like it back. WiNSOE. Have you got the numbers of the notes? Db Levis. No. WiNSOE. What were they? De Levis. One hundred, three fifties, and the rest tens and fives. WiNSOE. What d'you want me to do? De Levis. Unless there's anybody you think WiNSOE. [Eyeing him] Is it likely? Db Levis. Then I think the police ought to see my room. It's a lot of money. WiNSOE. Good Lord! We're not in Town; there'll be nobody nearer than Newmarket at this time of night — ^four miles. The door frrnn the bedroom is suddenly opened and Ladt Adela appears. She has on a lace cap over her finished hair, and the uirapper. 8 LOYALTIES act i LadtA. [Closing the door] What is it? Are you ill, Mr De Levis? WiNsoR. Worse; he's had a lot of money stolen. Nearly a thousand pounds. LadtA. Gracious! Where? De Levis. Prom imder my pillow, Lady Adela — my door was locked — ^I was in the bath room. Lady A. But how fearfully thrilling ! WiNSOH. Thrilling! What's to be done? He wants it back. Lady A. Of course! [With svdden realisation] Oh ! But Oh I it's quite too unpleasant ! WiNSOB. Yes! What am I to do? Fetch the servants out of their rooms? Search the grounds? It'll make the devil of a scandal. De Levis. Who's next to me? Lady A. [Coldly] Oh ! Mr De Levis ! WiNSOR. Next to you? The Dancys on this side, and Miss Orme on the other. What's that to do with it? De Levis. They may have heard something. WiNSOE. Let's get them. But Dancy was down- stairs when I came up. Get Morison, Adela! No, Look here! When was this exactly? Let's have as many alibis as we can. 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. 8C. I LOYALTIES 9 WiNBOH. [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? Ladt a. Consult General Canynge, Charlie. WiNSOE. 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]. Ladt Adbia goes ovt into her room and closes the door. WiNSOB. 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. WiNSOB. How was your window? De Levis. Open. WiNSOE. [Drawing back the curtains of his own vnndow] You've got a balcony like this. Any sign of a ladder or anything? De Levis. No. 10 LOYALTIES act i 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? Db Levis. Just round the comer in the further paddock. WiNSOH. Anybody about? Db Lbvis. Oh, yes ! WiNSOH. Suspicious? Db Levis. I didn't notice anything. WiNSOK. You must have been marked down and followed here. De Levis. How would they know my room? WiNSOH. Might have got it somehow. [A knock from the corridor] Come in. Tkbistjrb, the Bvikr, appears, a sileni, grave man of almost supernatural conformity. De Levis gives him a quick, hard look, noted and resented by WnsrsoB. Tkeisuee. [To Winsor] Yes, sir? WiNSOB. 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? WiNSOB. [Disregarding a sign from De Levis] sc. I LOYALTIES 11 Look here, Treisure, Mr De Levis has had a large sum of money taken from his bedroom within the last half hour. Tbeisure. Indeed, sir! WiNSOK. Robert's quite all right, isn't he? Treisuee. He is, sir. De Levis. How do you know? Thbisuee's eyes rest on De Levis. Tbeisuee. I am a pretty good judge of character, sir, if you'll excuse me. WiNSOE. 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. WiNSOE. Where did you put them? De Levis. In a boot, and the boot in my suit- case, and locked it. Treisuee smiks faintly. WiNSOE. [Again slightly outraged by such precautions in his h/yuse] And you found it locked — and took them from there to put under your pillow? De Levis. Yes. WiNBOE. Run your mind over things, Treisure — has any stranger been about? Treisuee. No, sir. WiNSOE. This seems to have happened between 11.15 and 11.30. Is that right? [De Levis nods] Any noise — anything outside — anjrthing suspicious anywhere? Teeisuee. [Running his mind — very still\ No, ^ir. WiNSOE. What time did you shut up? 12 LOYALTIES act i Teeisube. I should say about eleven-fifteen, sir. As soon as Major Golford and Captain Dancy had finished billiards. What was Mr De Levis doing out of his room, if I may ask, sir? WiNSOE. Having a bath; with his room locked and the key in his pocket. Tbeisube. Thank you, sir. De Levis. [Conscious of indefinable siispicion] Damn it ! What do you mean? I was. Tbeisuee. I beg your pardon, sir. WmsoH. [Concealing a smik] Look here, Trei- sure, it's infernally awkward for everybody. Teeisuee. It is, sir. WiNSOE. What do you suggest? Teeisuee. The proper thbg, sir, I suppose, would be a cordon and a complete search — ^in our interests. WiNSOE. I entirely refuse to suspect anybody. Teeisuee. But if Mr De Levis feels otherwise, sir? De Levis. [Stammering] I? AU I know is — ^the money was there, and it's gone. WiNSOE. [Compundious] Quite! It's pretty sickening for you. But so it is for anybody else. However, we must do our best to get it back for you. A knock on the door. WiNsoB. Hallo 1 Teeisuee opens the door, and Geneeal Canynge enters. Oh! It's you. General. Come in. Adela's told you? Geneeal Cantnge nods. He is a slim man sc. I LOYALTIES 13 of about sixty, very well preserved, in- tensely neai and self-contained, and still in evening dress. His eyelids droop sligMly, but his eyes are keen and his expression astute. WiNSOB. Well, General, what's the first move? Cajstnge. [Ldfting his eyebrows] Mr De Levis presses the matter? De Levis. [Flicked again] Unless you think it's too plebeian of me, General Ganynge — a thousand pounds. Cantnge. [Drily] Just so! Then we must wait for the police, Winsor. Lady Adela has got through to them. What height are these rooms from the ground, Treisure? Teeisube. Twenty-three feet from the terrace, sir. Cantnge. Any ladders near? Treisuee. One in the stables, sir, very heavy. No others within three hundred yards. Cantnge. Just slip down, and see whether that's been moved. Treisuee. Very good. General. [He goes out.] De Levis. [Uneasily] Of course, he — I suppose you WiNSOE. We do. CanlTnge. You had better leave this in our hands, De Levis. De Levis. Certainly; only, the way he WiNSOE. [Curtly] Treisure has been here since he was a boy. I should as soon suspect myself. De Levis. [Looking from one to the other — vnifh 14 LOYALTIES act i svdden anger] You seem to think ! What was I to do? Take it lying down and let whoever it is get clear off? I suppose it's natural to want my money back? Cantnge looks at his nails; Winsoe out of the window. Winsoe. {Turning] Of course, De Levis ! De Levis. [Svllmly] Well, I'll go to my room. When the police come, perhaps you'll let me know. He goes out. Winsoe. Phew! Did you ever see such a dressing-gown? The door is opened. Ladt Adela and Margaret Orme come in. The latter is a vivid young lady of about twenty-five in a vivid wrapper; she is smoking a cigarette. Ladt A. I've told the Dancys — she was in bed. And I got through to Newmarket, Charles, and Inspector Dede is coming like the wind on a motor cycle. Margaret. Did he say "like the wind," Adela? He must have imagination. Isn't this gorgeous? Poor little Ferdy! Winsoe. [Fesed] You might take it seriously, Margaret; it's pretty beastly for us all. What time did you come up? Margaret. I came up with Adela. Am I suspected, Charles? How thrilling! WmsoR. Did you hear anything? Margaret. Only little Ferdy splashing. Winsoe. And saw nothing? 8C. I LOYALTIES 15 Margaret. Not even that, alas I Lady A. [With a finger held up] Leste! Vn peu leste! Oh! Here are the Dancys. Come in, you two! Mabel and Ronald Danct enter. She is a pretty young woman with bobbed hair, fortunately, for she has just got out of bed, and is in her nightgown and a wrapper. Danct is in his smoking jacket. He has a pale, determined face with high cheekbones, small, deep-set dark eyes, reddish crisp hair, and looks like a horseman. WiNSOE. Awfully sorry to disturb you, Mrs Dancy; but I suppose you and Ronny haven't heard any- thing. De Levis's room is just beyond Ronny 's dressing-room, you know. Mabel. I've been asleep nearly half an hour, and Ronny's only just come up. Cantngb. Did you happen to look out of your window, Mrs Dancy? Mabel. Yes. I stood there quite five minutes. Caottnge. When? Mabel. Just about eleven, I should think. It was raining hard then. Cantnge. Yes, it's just stopped. You saw nothing? Mabel. No. Dancy. What time does he say the money was taken? WiNSOR. Between the quarter and half past. Ile'd locked his door and had the key with him. 16 LOYALTIES act i Margaret. How quaint! Just like an hotel. Does he put his boots out? Lady A. Don't be so naughty, Meg. Cantnge. When exactly did you come up, Dancy? Danoy. About ten minutes ago. I'd only just got into my dressing-room before Lady Adela came. I've been writing letters in the hall since Colford and I finished billiards. Cantnge. You weren't up for anything in between? Dancy. No. Mabgahet. The mystery of the grey room. Dancy. Oughtn't the grounds to be searched for footmarks? Canynge. That's for the police. Dancy. The deuce! Are they coming? Canynge. Directly. [A knock] Yes? Teeisuhb enters. Well? Tbeisttee. The ladder has not been moved, General. There isn't a sign. WiNSOR. All right. Get Eobert up, but don't say anything to him. By the way, we're expecting the police. Tbeisube. I trust they will not find a mare's nest, sir, if I may say so. He goes. WiNSOH. De Levis has got wrong with Treisure. [Svddenly] But, I say, what would any of us have done if we'd been in his shoes? sc. I LOYALTIES 17 Mabgabet. a thousand pounds? I can't even conceive having it. Dancy. We probably shouldn't have found it out. Ladt a. No — ^but if we had. Danct. Come to you — as he did. WiNSOK. Yes; but there's a way of doing things. Cantnge. We shouldn't have wanted the police. Maegaeet. No. That's it. The hotel touch. Ladt A. Poor young man; I think we're rather hard on him. WiNSOE. He sold that weed you gave him, Dancy, to Kentman, the bookie, and these were the proceeds. Danct. Oh! WmsoK. He'd tried her high, he said. Danct. [Grimly] He would. Mabel. Oh ! Rorniy, what bad luck ! WmsoE. He must have been followed here. [At the mndow] After rain Kke that, there ought to be footmarks. The splutter of a motor cycle is heard. Maegaeet. Here's the wind ! WiNSOB. What's the move now. General? Cantnge. You and I had better see the Inspector m De Levis's room, Winsor. [To the others] If you'll all be handy, in case he wants to put questions for himself. Maegaeet. I hope he'll want me; it's just too thrilling. Danct. I hope he won't want me; I'm dog- 18 LOYALTIES act i tired. Come on, Mabel. [He puts his arm in his vrife's]. Cantnge. Just a minute, Charles. He draws close to Winsob as the others are departing to their rooms. WiNSOE. Yes, General? Canyngb. We must be careful witli this Inspector fellow. If he pitches hastily on somebody in the house it'll be very disagreeable. Winsob. By Jove ! It mil. Cantnge. We don't want to rouse any ridiculous suspicion. Winsob. Quite. [A knock] Come in ! Tekisdee enters. Tbeisueb. Inspector Dede, sir. Winsob. Show him in. Teeisttbe. Robert is in readiness, sir; but I could swear he knows nothing about it. Winsob. AU right. Teeisube re-opens the door, and says: "Come in, please." The Inspectob enters, blue, formal, moustachioed, with a peaked cap in his hand. WiNSOE. Good evening, Inspector. Sorry to have brought you out at this time of night. Inspectob. Good evenin', sir. Mr Winsor? You're the owner here, I think? WiNSOE. Yes. General Cansmge. Inspectob. Good evenin'. General. I understand, a large sum of money? Winsob. Yes. Shall we go straight to the room sc. I LOYALTIES 19 it was taken from? One of my guests, Mr De Levis. It's the third room on the left. Cantnge. We've not been in there yet, Inspector; in fact, we've done nothing, except to find out that the stable ladder has not been moved. We haven't even searched the grounds. Inspectoe. Right, sir; I've brought a man with me. They go out. GuETAiN. Interval of a Minvie. SCENE II * The bedroom of Db Levis is the same in shape as Winsoe's dressing-room, except that there is only one door — to the corridor. The furniture, however, is differently arranged; a small four-poster bed- stead stands against the wall, Right Back, jutting into the room. A chair, on which De Levis's clothes are thrown, stands at its foot. There is a dressing-table against the wall to the left of the open windows, where the curtains are drawn bach and a stone balcony is seen. Against the wall to the right of the vnndow is a chest of drawers, and a washstand is against the wall. Left. On a small table to the right of the bed an electric reading lamp is turned up, and there is a light over the dressing-table. The Inspector is standing plumb centre looking at the bed, and De Levis by the back of the chair at the foot of the bed. WiNSOR and Canynge are close to the door, Right Forward. Inspector. [Finishing a note] Now, sir, if this is the room as you left it for your bath, just show us exactly what you did after takin' the pocket-book from the suit case. Where was that, by the way? * The same set is used for this Scene, with the diflerent arrangement of furniture, as specified. 21 22 LOYALTIES act i Db 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 shauing papers, doses the pocketr-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 Inspectoe to the wash- stand, takes up a bath sponge, crosses to the door, takes out the key, opens the door. Inspectob. [Writing]. We now have the room as it was when the theft was committed. Reconstruct accordia' 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 surfaae of the saii cases, and the handles of the drawers, with a spy-glass, for finger-Tnarks. Gantnge. [Sotlo voce to Winsob] The order would have been just the other way. The Inspectoe goes on hands and knees and examines the carpet between the window and the bed. De Levis. Can I come ia again? Inspectoe. [Standing up] Did you open the window, sir, or was it open when you first came in? De Levis. I opened it. Inspectoe. Drawin' the curtains back first? sc. II LOYALTIES 23 De Levis. Yes. Inspbctok. [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. Inspectob. [Jotting] Did not look underbed. 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? De Levis. No. 24 LOYALTIES act i Inspectoe. Exactly. [With a certain finality] Now, BIT, what time did you come up? De Levis. About eleven. Inspectoe. Precise, if you can give it me. De Levis. Well, I ]mow it was eleven-fifteen when I put my watch under my pillow, before I went to the bath, and I suppose I'd been about a quarter of an hour undressing. I should say after eleven, if anything. Inspectoe. Just undressin'? Didn't look over your bettin' book? De Levis. No. Inspectoe. No prayers or ansrthing? De Levis. No. Inspectoe. Pretty slippy with your undressin' as a rule? De Levis. Yes. Say five past eleven. Inspectoe. Mr Winsor, what time did the gentle- man come to you? WiNSOE. Half-past eleven. Inspectoe. How do you fix that, sir? WiNSOE. I'd just looked at the time, and told my wife to send her maid off. Inspectoe. Then we've got it fixed between 11.15 and 11.30. [Jots] Now, sir, before we go further I'd like to see your butler and the footman that valets this gentleman. WiNSOE. [With distaste] Very well. Inspector; only — ^my butler has been with us from a boy. Inspectoe. Quite so. This is just clearing the ground, sir. BC. II LOYALTIES 25 WiNSOE. General, d'you mind touching that bell? Cantnge rings a bell by the bed. Inspector. Well, gentlemen, there are four possi- bilities. Either the thief was here all the time, waiting under the bed, and slipped out after this gentleman had gone to Mr Winsor. Or he came in with a key that fits the lock; and I'll want to see all the keys in the house. Or he came in with a skeleton key and out by the window, probably droppLn' from the balcony. Or he came in by the window with a rope or ladder and out the same way. [Pointing] There's a footmark here from a big boot which has been out of doors since it rained. Canyngb. Inspector — ^you er — walked up to the window when you first came into the room. Inspector. [Stiffly] I had not overlooked that. General. Cantnge. Of course. A knock on the door relieves a certain tension. WmsoR. Come in. The footman Robert, a fresh-faced young man, enters, followed by Teeistjbb. Inspector. You valet Mr— Mr De Levis, I think? Robert. Yes, sir. Inspector. At what time did you take his clothes and boots? Robert. Ten o'clock, sir. Inspector. [With a pounce] Did you happen to look under his bed? Robert. No, sir. 26 LOYALTIES act i Inspector. Did you come up again, to bring the clothes back? RoBEET. No, sir; they're still downstairs. Inspector. Did you come up again for anything? Robert. No, sir. Inspector. What time did you go to bed? Robert. Just after eleven, sir. Inspector. [Scrutinising him] Now, be careful. Did you go to bed at all? Robert. No, sir. Inspector. Then why did you say you did? There's been a theft here, and anything you say may be used against you. Robert. Yes, sir. I meant, I went to my room. Inspector. Where is your room? Robert. On the ground floor, at the other end of the right wing, sir. WiNSOR. It's the extreme end of the house from this, Inspector. He's with the other two footmen. Inspector. Were you there alone? Robert. No, sir. Thomas and Frederick was there too. Treistjhe. That's right; I've seen them. Inspector. [Holding up his hand for silence] Were you out of the room again after you went in? Robert. No, sir. Inspector. What were you doing, if you didn't go to bed? Robert. [To Winsor] Beggin' your pardon, sir, we were playin' Bridge. sc. II LOYALTIES 27 Inspector. Very good. You can go. I'll see them later on. RoBEET. Yes, sir. They'll say the same as me. He goes out, leaving a smile on the face of aU except the Inspectoe and De Levis. Inspector. [Sharply] Call him back. Teeisure calls "Robert," and the Footman re-enters. Robert. Yes, sir? Inspector. Did you notice anything particular about Mr De Levis's clothes? Robert. Only that they were very good, sir. Inspector. I mean — anything peculiar? Robert. [After reflection] Yes, sir. Inspector. Well? Robert. A pair of his boots this evenin' was reduced to one, sir. Inspector. What did you make of that? Robert. I thought he might have thrown the other at a cat or something. Inspector. Did you look for it? Robert. No, sir; I meant to draw his attention to it in the morning. Inspector. Very good. Robert. Yes, sir. [He goes again,] Inspector. [Looking at De Levis] Well, sir, there's your story corroborated. De Levis. [Stiffly] I don't know why it should need corroboration. Inspector. Inspector. In my experience, you can never have too much of that. [To Winsor] I understand 28 LOYALTIES act i there's a lady in the room on this side [pmnting Left] and a gentleman on this [pointing Right] Were they in their rooms? WiNSOE. Miss Orme was; Captaia Dancy not. Inspector. Do they know of the affair? WiNSOB. Yes. Inspectob. Well, I'd just like the keys of their doors for a minute. My man will get them. He goes to the door, opens it, and speaks to a constable in the corridor. [To Teeisuee] You can go with him. Tbeisuee goes out. In the meantime I'D just examine the balcony. He goes ovt on the baicony, followed by De Levis. WiNSOE. [To Cantnge] Danm De Levis and his money ! It's deuced invidious, all this. General. Ganynge. The Inspector's no earthly. There is a simidtaneojis re-entry of the Inspectoe from the balcony and of Teeisuee and the Gonstable from the corridor. Gonstable. [Handing key] Room on the left, sir. [Handing key] Room on the right, sir. The Inspectoe tries the keys in the door, watched with tension by the others. The keys fail. Inspectoe. Put them back. Hands keys to Gonstable, who goes out, followed by Treisuee. I'll have to try every key ia the house, sir. sc. II LOYALTIES 29 WiNSOE. Inspector, do you really think it necessary to disturb the whole house and knock up all my guests? ■ It's most disagreeable, all this, you know. The loss of the money is not such a great matter. Mr De Levis has a very large income. Cantnge. You could get the mmibers of the notes from Kentman the bookmaker, Inspector; he'll probably have the big ones, anyway. Inspector. [Shaking his head] A bookie. I don't suppose he wiU, sir. It's come and go with them, all the time. WiNSOB. We don't want a Meldon Court scandal, Inspector. Inspectok. Well, Mr Winsor, I've formed my theory. As he speaks, De Levis comes in from the balcony. And I don't say to try the keys is necessary to it; but strictly, I ought to exhaust the possibilities. Winsor. What do you say, De Levis? D'you want everybody in the house knocked up so that their keys can be tried? De Levis. [Whose face, since his return, expresses a curious excitement] No, I don't. Inspector. Very well, gentlemen. In my opinion the thief walked ia before the door was locked, probably during dinner; and was under the bed. He escaped by dropping from the balcony — the creeper at that corner [he points stage Left] has been violently wrenched. I'll go down now, and examine the grounds, and I'll see you again, 30 LOYALTIES act i sir. [He makes another entry in his notebook] Good- night, then, gentlemen! Cantnge. Good-night! WiNSOH. [With relief] I'll come with you, In- spector. He escorts him to the door, and they go out. Db Levis. [Suddenly] General, I know who took them. Cantnge. The deuce you do! Are you following the Inspector's theory? Db Levis. [Contemptuously] That ass! [Pulling the shaving papers out of the case] No! The man who put those there was clever and cool enough to wrench that creeper off the balcony, as a blind. Come and look here. General. [He goes to the window; the Geneeal follows. De Levis points stage Right] See the rail of my balcony, and the rail of the next? He holds up the cord of his dressing-gown, stretching his arms out] I've measured it with this. Just over seven feet, that's all! If a man can take a standing jump on to a narrow bookcase four feet high and balance there, he'd make nothing of that. And, look here! [He goes out on the balcony and returns with a hit of broken creeper in his hand, and holds it out into the light] Someone's stood on that — ^the stalk's crushed — the inner corner too, where he'd naturally stand when he took his jump back. Cantnge. [After examining it — stiffly] That other balcony is young Dancy's, Mr De Levis; a soldier and a gentleman. This is an extraordinary in- ginuatiou. sc. II LOYALTIES 31 De Levis. Accusation. Canynge. What! De Levis. I have intuitions, General; ,it's in my blood. I see the whole thing. Dancy came up, watched me into the bathroom, tried my door, sUpped back into his dressing-room, saw my window was open, took that jump, sneaked the notes, filled the case up with these, wrenched the creeper there [ffe points stage Left] for a blind, jumped back, and slipped downstairs again. It didn't take him four minutes altogether. Canynge. [Very gravely] This is outrageous, De Levis, ©ancy^-says-ie-was downstairs all the time. You must either withdraw unreservedly, or I must confront you with him. De Levis. If he'U return the notes and apologise, I'll do nothing — except cut him in future. He gave me that filly, you know, as a hopeless weed, and he's been pretty sick ever since, that he was such a flat as not to see how good she was. Besides, he's hard up, I know. Canynge. [After a vexed turn up and down the room] It's mad, sir, to jump to conclusions like this. De Levis. Not so mad as the conclusion Dancy jumped to when he lighted on my balcony. Canynge. Nobody could have ^ taken this money who did not know you had it. De Levis. How do you know that he didn't? Canynge. Do you know that he did? Db Levis. I haven't the least doubt of it. 32 LOYALTIES act i Cantnge. Without any proof. This is very ugly, De-Ivevie. I must tell Winsor. De Levis. [Angrily] Tell the whole blooming lot. You think I've no feelers, but I've felt the atmosphere here, I can tell you, General. If I were in Dancy's shoes and he in mine, your tone to me would be very different. Canynge. [Suavely frigid] I'm not aware of using any tone, as you call it. But this is a private house, Mr De Levis, and something is due to our host and to the esprit de corps that exists among gentlemen. De Levis. Since when is a thief a gentleman? Thick as thieves — a good motto, isn't it? Cantnge. That's enough! [He goes to the door, but stops before opening it] Now, look here! I have some knowledge of the world. Once an accusation like this passes beyond these walls no one can foresee the consequences. Captain Dancy is a gallant fellow, with a fine record as a soldier; and only just married. If he's as innocent as — Christ — ^mud will stick to him, unless the real thief is found. In the old days of swords, either you or he would not have gone out of this room alive. If you persist in this absurd accusation, you will both of you go out of this room dead in the eyes of Society: you for bringing it, he for being the object of it. De Levis. Society! Do you think I don't know that I'm only tolerated for my money? Society can't add injury to insult and have my money as well, that's aU. If the notes are restored I'll keep my mouth shut; if they're not, I shan't, I'm certain I'm sc. 11 LOYALTIES 83 right. I ask nothing better than to be confronted with Dancy; but, if you prefer it, deal with him in your own way — ^for the sake of your esprit de corps. Ganynge. Ton my soul, Mr De Levis, you go too far. De Levis. Not so far as I shall go. General Canynge, if those notes aren't given back. WiNSOB comes in. WiNSOR. Well, De Levis, I'm afraid that's all we can do for the present. So very sorry this should have happened in my house. Canynge. [After a silerice] There's a development, Winsor. Mr De Levis accuses one of your guests. WiNSOH. What? Canynge. Of jumping from his balcony to this, taking the notes, and jumping back. I've done my best to dissuade him from indulging the fancy — with- out success. Dancy must be told. De Levis. You can deal with Dancy in your own way. All I want is the money back. Canynge. [Drily] Mr De Levis feels that he is only valued for his money, so that it is essential for him to have it back. WiNSOH. Damn it! This is monstrous, De Levis. I've known Ronald Dancy since he was a boy. Canynge. You talk about adding injury to insult, De Levis. What do you call such treatment of a man who gave you the mare out of which you made this thousand pounds? De Levis. I didn't want the mare; I took her as a favour. 34 LOYALTIES act i Cantngb. With an eye to possibilities, I venture to think — ^the principle guides a good many trans- actions. De Levis. [As if flicked on a raw spot] In my race, do you mean? Cantnge. [Coldly] I said nothing of the sort. De Levis. No; you don't say these things, any of you. Cantnge. Nor did I think it. De Levis. Dancy does. WiNSOB. Really, De Levis, if this is the way you repay hospitality De Levis. Hospitahty that skins my feelings and costs me a thousand pounds ! Cantnge. Go and get Dancy, Winsor; but don't say anything to him. WiNSOH goes out. Cantnge. Perhaps you will kindly control your- self, and leave this to me. De Levis turns to the window and lights a cigarette. Winsok comes back, foUowed by Danct. Cantnge. 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 uiindow, so 8C. II LOYALTIES 35 that he and Danct are staring at each other. Canynge. Did you hear anything that throws light, Dancy? As it was your fiUy originally, we thought perhaps you might. Danct. I? No. Canynge. Didn't hear of the sale on the course at all? Danct. No. Cantngb. Then you can't suggest any one who could have known? Nothing else was taken, you see. Danct. De Levis is known to be rolling, as I am known to be stony. Cantnge. 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. Danct. He won two races. De Levis. Do you suggest that I bet in ready money? Danct. I don't know how you bet, and I don't care. Cantnge. "Sou can't help us, then? Danct. No, I can't. Anything else? [He looks fixedly at De Levis]. Cantnge. [Putting his hand on Danct's arm] Nothing else, thank you, Dancy. Danct goes. Cantnge jmts his hand up to his face. A momerd's silence. WmsoH. You "see, De Levis? He" didn't" even know you'd got the money. 36 LOYALTIES act i De Levis. Very conclusive. WiNSOR. Well ! You are ! fhere is a knock on the door, and the Inspector Inspectoh. 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? Inbpectob. We have. General. I can pick up nothing near the terrace. WiNSOK. [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. Cantnge is staring at him very fixedly. WiNSOR. [Emphatically] No. De Levis turns and goes out on to the balcony. Inspector. If you're coining in to the racing to-morrow, sir, you might give us a call. I'll have seen Kentman by then. WiNSOB. Right you are, inspector. Good night, and many thanks. Inspector. You're welcome, sir. [He goes oid.] WiNSOB. Gosh! I thought that chap [With a nod towards the balcony] was going to ! Look here. General, we mitsJ stop his tongue. Imagine it going sc. II LOYALTIES 37 the rounds. They may never find the real thief, you know. It's the very devil for Dancy. Cantngb. Winsor ! Dancy 's sleeve was damp. WmsoH. How d'you mean? Cantnge. Quite damp. It's been raining. The two look at each other. Winsor. I — I don't follow [His voice is hesita- tive and lower, showing thai he does\. Cantnge. It was coming down hard; a minute out in it would have been enough [He motions mth his chin towards the balcony]. WiNSOE. [Hastily] He must have been out on his balcony siace. Cantnge. It stopped before I came up, half an hour ago. WiNSOB. He's been leaning on the wet stone, then. Cantnge. With the outside of the upper part of the arm? WiNSOK. Against the wall, perhaps. There may be a dozen explanations. [Very low and with great concentration] I entirely and absolutely refuse to believe anything of the sort against Ronald Dancy — in my house. Dash it. General, we must do as we'd be done by. It hits us all — it hits us all. The thing's intolerable. Cantnge. I agree. Intolerable. [Raising his voice] Mr De Levis ! De Levis returns into view, in the centre of the open window. Cantnge. [With cold decision] Young Dancy was an ofiScer and is a gentleman; this insinuation is 38 LOYALTIES act i pure supposition, and you must not make it. Do you understand me? De Levis. My tongue is still mine, General, if my money isn't ! Cantnge. [Unmoved] Must not. You're a member of three Clubs, you want to be member of a fourth. No one who makes such an insinuation against a fellow-guest in a country house, except on absolute proof, can do so without complete ostracism. Have we your word to say nothing? De Levis. Social blackmail? H'm! CAmrNGE. Not at aU — simple warning. If you consider it necessary in your interests to start this scandal — ^no matter how, we shall consider it necessary in ours to dissociate ourselves completely from one who so recklessly disregards the unwritten code. De Levis. Do you think your code applies to me? Do you, General? Cantnge. To anyone who aspires to be a gentle- man, sir. De Levis. Ah! But you haven't known me since I was a boy. Cantnge. Make up your mind. A pause. De Levis. I'm not a fool, General. I know perfectly well that you can get me outed. Cantnge. [IcUy] Well? De Levis [Stdkrdy] I'll say nothing about it, unless I get more proof. Cantnge. Good! We have implicit faith in Dancy. sc. 11 LOYALTIES 39 There is a moment's encounter of eyes; the Gbneeal's steady, shrewd, impassive; Winsor's angry and defiant; Db Lbvis's mocking, a little triumphant, malicious. Then CAi«rTNGE and Winsob go to the door, and pass out. De Levis. [To himself] Rats ! GUETAIN ACT II ACT II SCENE I Afternoon, three weeks later, in the card room of a London Clvb. A fire is burning, L^t. A door. Right, leads to the billiardrroom. Rather Left of Cenire, ai a card table. Lord St Ehth, an old John Bull, sits facing the audience; to his right is General Cantnge, to his left Augustus BoHKiNG, an essential Clubman, about thirty-Jive years old, uiith a very slight and rather becoming stammer or click in his speech. The fourth Bridge player, Charles Winsor, stands with his back to the fire. BoRRiNG. And the r-rub. Winsor. By George! You do hold cards, Borring. St Eeth. [Who has lost] Not a patch on the old whist — ^this game. Don't know why I iilay it — never did. Cantnge. St Erth, shall we raise the flag for whist again? Winsor. No go, General. You can't go back on pace. No getting a man to walk when he knows he can fly. The young men won't look at it. 43 44 LOYALTIES act ii BoEEiNG. Better develop it so that t-two can sit out, General. St Ebth. We ought to have stuck to the old game. Wish I'd gone to Newmarket, Canyngp m spite of the weather. Cantngb. [Looking at his watch] Let's hear what's won the Cambridgeshire. Ring, won't you, Winsor? WiNSOB rings. StEeth. By the way, Canynge, young De Levis was blackballed. Cantngb. What! St Ekth. I looked in on my way down. Cantngb sits very still, and Winsor vtters a disturbed sound. Boering. But of c-course he was, General. What did you expect? A Footman enters. Footman. Yes, my lord? St Eeth. What won the Cambridgeshire? Footman. Rosemary, my lord. Sherbet second; Barbizon third. Nine to one the winner. Winsor. Thank you. That's all. Footman goes. Boeking. Rosemary! And De Levis sold her! But he got a good p-price, I suppose. The other three look ai him. St Erth. Many a slip between price and pocket, young man. Cantngb. Cut ! [They cut]. Boering. I say, is that the yarn that's going round about his having had a lot of m-money sc. I LOYALTIES 45 stolen in a country house? By Jove! He'll be pretty s-sick. WiNSOF. You and I, Borring. Hv sits down in Cajsttnge's chair, and the General takes his place by the fire. BoHEiNG. Phew! Won't Dancy be mad! He gave that filly away to save her keep. He was rather pleased to find somebody who'd take her. Kentman must have won a p-pot. She was at thirty-threes a fortnight ago. St Ehth. All the money goes to fellows who don't know a horse from a haystack. Canynge. [Profoundly] And care less. Yes! We want men racing to whom a horse means something. BoEEiNG. I thought the horse m-meant the same to everyone, General — chance to get the b-better of one's neighbour. Cantnge. [With feeling] The horse is a noble animal, sir, as you'd know if you'd owed yoiu: life to them as often as I have. BoEEiNG. They always try to take mine, General. I shall never belong to the noble f-fellowship of the horse. St Eeth. [Drily] Evidently. Deal ! As BoEEiNG begins to deal the door is opened and. Major Colfoed appears — a lean and mov^tached cavalryman. Borring. Hallo, C-Colford. Colfoed. General! Something in the tone of his voice brings them all to a standstill. 46 LOYALTIES act ii / CoLFORD. I want your advice. Young De Levis in there [He paints to the Ulliardrroom from which he has just come] has started a blasphemous story Cantnge. One moment. Mr Borring, d'you mind > CoLFOED. It makes no odds, General. Four of us in there heard him. He's saying it was Ronald Dancy robbed him down at Winsor's. The fellow's mad over losing the price of that filly now she's won the Cambridgeshire. BoBEiNG. [AU ears] Dancy! Great S-Scottl CoLFORD. Dancy's in the Club, If he hadn't been I'd have taken it on myself to wring the boimder's neck. WmsoE and Boeeing have risen. St Eeth alone remains seated. Cantnge. [After consulting St Eeth with a look] Ask De Levis to be good enough to come in here. Borring, you might see that Dancy doesn't leave the Club. We shall want him. Don't say anything to him, and use your tact to keep people off. Boeeing goes out, foUowed by Colfoed. WiNSOE. Result of hearing he was blackballed — pretty slippy. CAifTNGE. St Erth, I told you there was good reason when I asked you to back young De Levis. Winsor and I knew of this insinuation; I wanted to keep his tongue quiet. It's just wild assertion; to have it bandied about was unfair to Dancy. The duel used to keep people's tongues in order. 8G. I LOYALTIES 47 St Eeth. H'm! It never settled anything, except who could shoot straightest. CoLFORD. [Re-appearing] De Levis says he's nothing to add to what he said to you before, on the subject. Cantnge. Kindly tell him that if he wishes to remain a member of this Club he must account to the Committee for such a charge against a fellow- member. Four of us are here, and form a quorum. CoLFOED goes out again. St Eeth. Did Kentman ever give the poUce the numbers of those notes, Winsor? WiNSOE. He only had the numbers of two — the hundred, and one of the fifties. St Eeth. And they haven't traced 'em? WiNSOE. Not yet. As he speaks, De Levis conies in. He is in a highly-coloured, not to say excited state. CoLEOED follows him. De Levis. Well, General Canynge! It's a little too strong all this — a little too strong. [Under emotion his voice is slightly m^yre exotic]. Cantnge. [Calmly] It is obvious, Mr De Levis, that you and Captain Dancy can't both remain members of this Club. We ask you for an explana- tion before requesting one resignation or the other. De Levis. You've let me down. Cantnge. What! De Levis. Well, I shall tell people that you and Lord St Erth backed me up for one Club, and asked me to resign from another. 48 LOYALTIES act n Cantnge. It's a matter of indifference to me, sir, what you tell people. St Eeth. [Drily] You seem a venomous yoimg man. De Levis. I'll tell you what seems to me venom- ous, my lord — chasing a man like a pack of hounds because he isn't your breed. Cantnge. You appear to have your breed on the brain, sir. Nobody else does, so far as I know. De Levis. Suppose I had robbed Dancy, would you chase him out for complaining of it? GoLFOED. My God ! If you repeat that Cantnge. Steady, Colford ! WiNSOB. You make this accusation that Dancy stole your money in my house on no proof — ^no proof; and you expect Dancy*s friends to treat you as if you were a gentleman! That's too strong, if you like! De Levis. No proof? Kentman told me at New- market yesterday that Dancy did know of the sale. He told Goole, and Goole says that he himself spoke of it to Dancy. WiNSOR. WeU— if he did? De Levis. Dancy told you he didn't know of it in General Canynge's presence, and mine. [To Cantnge] You can't deny that, if you want to. Cantnge. Choose your expressions more nicely, please ! De Levis. Proof! Did they find any footmarks in the grounds below that torn creeper? Not a sign! You saw how he can jump; he won ten pounds from me that same evening betting on what 8C. I LOYALTIES 49 he knew was a certainty. That's yourr Dancy — a common sharper ! Canynqe. [Nodding towards the biUiard^oom] Are those fellows still in there, Colford? COLFOBD. Yes. Cantnge. Then bring Dancy up, will you? But don't say ansrthing to him. CoLFOBD. [To Db Levis] You may think yourself damned lucky if he doesn't break your ueck. He goes out. The three who are left wUh Db Levis avert their eyes from him. De Levis. [SmovMering] I have a memory, and a sting too. Yes, my lord — since you are good enough to call me venomous. [To Cantnge] I quite understand — I'm marked for Coventry now, whatever happens. Well, I'll take Dancy with me. StEeth. [To himself] This Club has always had a decent, quiet name. WiNSOK. Are you going to retract, and apologise in front of Dancy and the members who heard you? De Levis. No fear ! . St Eeth. You must be a very rich man, sir. A jury is likely to take the view that money can hardly compensate for an accusation of that sort. De Levis stands silerU, CAnynge. Courts of law require proof. St Eeth. He can make it a criminal action. WiNSOE. Unless you stop this at once, you may find yourself in prison. If you can stop it, that is. StEeth. If I were young Dancy, nothing should induce me. so LOYALTIES AC* 11 De Levis. But you didn't steal my money, Lord St Erth. St Eeth. You're deuced positive, sir. So far as I could understand it, there were a dozen ways you could have been robbed. It seems to me you value other men's reputations, very lightly. De Levis. Confront me with Dancy and give me fair play. WmsoE. [Aside to Cantnge] Is it fair to Dancy not to let him know? Cantnge. Our duty is to the Club now, Winsqr. We must have this cleared up. CoLFOBD comes in, followed by Bobbing and Danct. St Eeth. Captain Dancy, a serious accusation has been made against you by this gentleman in the presence of several members of the Club. Danct. What is it? St Eeth. That you robbed him of that money at Winsor's. Danct. [Hard and tense] Indeed! On what grounds is he good enough to say that? De Levis. [Tense too] You gave me that fiUy to save yourself her keep, and you've been mad about it ever since; you knew from Goole that I had sold her to Kentman and been paid in cash, yet I heard you myself deny that you knew it. You had the next room to me, and you can jump like a cat, as we saw that evening; I found some creepers crushed by a weight on my balcony on that side. When I sc. I LOYALTIES 51 went to the bath your door was open, and when I came back it was shut. Cantnge. That's the first we have heard about the door. De Levis. I remembered it afterwards. StEeth. Well, Dancy? Danct. [With intense deliberation] I'U settle this matter with any weapons, when and where he likes. St Ekth. [Drily] It can't be settled that way — you know very well. You must take it to the Courts, unless he retracts. Danct. Will you retract? De Levis. Why did you tell General Canynge you didn't know Kentman had paid me in cash? Danct. Because I didn't. De Levis. Then Kentman and Goole lied — ^for no reason? Danct. That's nothing to do with me. De Levis. If you were downstairs all the time, as you say, why was your door first open and then shut? Danct. Being downstairs, how should I know? The sind, probably. De Levis. I should like to hear what your wife says about it: Danct. Leave my wife alone, you damned Jewl St Ebth. Captain Dancy ! De Levis. [White with rage] Thief ! Danct. WiU you fight? De Levis. You're very smart — dead men tell no tales. No ! Bring your action, and we shall see, 52 LOYALTIES act ii Danct takes a step towards him, but Ganynqe and WiNSOR interpose. St Erth. That'll do, Mr De Levis; we won't keep you. [He looks roundl Kindly consider your member- ship suspended till this matter has been threshed out. De Levis. [Tremulous toiih anger] Don't trouble yourselves about my membership. I resign it. [To Danct] You called me a damned Jew. My race was old when you were all savages. I am proud to be a Jew. Au revoir, in the Courts. He goes out, and silence follows his departure. St Erth. Well, Captain Dancy? Danct. K the brute won't fight, what am I to do, sir? St Erth. We've told you — take action, to clear your name. Danct. Colford, you saw me in the hall writing letters after our game. Colford. Certainly I did; you were there when I went to the smoking-room. Cantnge. How long after you left the billiard- room? Colford. About five minutes. Danct. It's impossible for me to prove that I was there all the time. Cantnge. It's for De Levis to prove what he SGserts. You heard what he said about Goole? Danct. If he told me, I didn't take it in. St Erth. This concerns the honour of tiie Club. Are you going to take action? sc. I LOYALTIES 53 Dancy. [Slowly] That is a very expensive business, Lord St Erth, and I'm hard up. I must think it over, [flc looks round from face to fa/x] Am I to take it that +he.'8 is a doubt in your minds, gentlemen? CoLFoBD. [Emphaiiadly] No. Canynqe. That's not the question, Dancy. This accusation was overheard by various members, and we represent the Club. If you don't take action, judgment will naturally go by default. Danct. I might prefer to look on the whole thing as beneath contempt. He turns and goes out. When he is gone there is an even longer silence than after De Levis's departure. St Ebth. [Abruptly] I don't like it. WrasoH. I've known him all his life. CoLFOBD. You may have my head if he did it. Lord St Erth. He and I have been in too many holes together. By Gad! My toe itches for that fellow's butt end. BoKRiNG. I'm sorry; but has he t-taken it in quite the right way? I should have thought-^ hearing it s-suddenly CoLPOHD. Bosh! WiNSOH. It's perfectly danmable for him. St Eeth. More damnable if he did it, Winsor. BoEEiNG. The Courts are b-beastly distrustful, don't you know. CoLPORD, His word's good enough for me. CAmrNGB. We're as anxious to believe Dancy as you, Qolford, for the honour of the Army and the Club. 54 LOYALTIES act ii WiNSOB. Of course, he'll bring a case, when he's thought it over. St Erth. What are we to do in the meantime? CoLFOED. If Dancy's asked to resign, you may take my resignation too. BoEBiNG. I thought his wanting to f-fight him a bit screeny. CoLPOED. Wouldn't you have wanted a shot at the brute? A law coiuii? Pah! WiNSOE. Yes. What'll be his position even if he wins? BoEEiNG. Damages, and a stain on his c-charaeter. WiNSOE. Quite so, unless they find the real thief. People always believe the worst. CoLroED. [Glaring at Boeeing] They do. Cantnge. There is no decent way out of a thing of this sort. St Eeth. No. [Rising] It leaves a bad taste. I'm sorry for young Mrs Dancy — ^poor woman ! BoBEmG. Are you going to play any more? St Eeth. [Abruptly] No, sir. Good night to you. Canynge, can I give you a lift? He goes out, followed by Canynge. Boeeing. [After a slight pause] Well, I shall go and take the t-temperature of the Club. He goes out. CoLroED. Damn that effeminate stammering chap! What can we do for Dan^, Winsor? WiNSOE. Colford! [A slight pause] The General felt his coat sleeve that night, and it was wet. CoLFOED. Well! What proof's that? No, by sc. 1 LOYALTIES 55 George! An old school-fellow, a brother officer, and a pal. WiNSOK. If he did do iti CoLFOBD. He didn't. But if he did, I stick to him, and see him through it, if I could. WiNSOK walks over to the fire, stares into it, turns round and stares at Colfokd, who is standing motiordess. GoLFOHD. Yes, by God ! GUKTAIN. SCENE II* Morning of the foUowing day. The Dancts' fi(a. In the sitting^oom of this small abode Mabel Danct and Makgahbt Obme are sitting fvM face to the audience, on a couch in the centre of the room, in front of the imaginary window. There is a fireplace. Left, with fire burning; a door below it, Left; and a door on the Bight, facing the audience, leads to a corridor and the outer door of the flat, which is visible. Their voices are heard in rapid exchange; then as the curiam rises, so does Mabel. Mabel. But it's monstrous! Maegaeet. Of course! [She lights a cigarette and hands the case to Mabel, who, however, sees fwthing but her own thoughts] De Levis might just as well have pitched on me, except that I can't jump more than six inches in these skirts. Mabel. It's wicked! Yesterday afternoon at the Club, did you say? Ronny hasn't said a word to me. Why? Maegaeet. [With a long puff of smoke] Doesn't want you bothered. ♦ Note. — This shoiild be a small set capable of being set quickly within that of the previous scene. 57 58 LOYALTIES act ii Mabel. But Good heavens ! Me ! Mabgaket. Haven't you found out, Mabel, that he isn't exactly communicative? No desperate character is. Mabel. Ronny? Maegaeet. Gracious! Wives are at a disad- vantage, especially early on. You've never hunted with him, my dear. 1 have. He takes more sudden decisions than any man I ever knew. He's taking one now, I'll bet. Mabel. That beast, De Levis ! I was in our room next door all the time. Maegarbt. Was the door into Ronny's dressing- room open? Mabel. I don't know; I — I think it was. Maegaeet. Well, you can say so in Court any way. Not that it matters. Wives are liars by law. Mabel. [StariTig down at her] What do you mean —Court? Maegaeet. My dear, he'll have to bring an action for defamation of character, or whatever they call it. Mabel. Were they talking of this last night at the Winsor's? Maegaeet. Well, you know a dinner-table, Mabel — Scandal is heaven-sent at this time of year. Mabel. It's terrible, such a thing — ^terrible ! Maegaeet. [Gloomily] If only Ronny weren't known to be so broke. Mabel. \With her hands to her forehead] I can't realise — ^I simply can't. If there's a case would it be all right afterwards? sc. n LOYALTIES 59 Mabgaeet. Do you remember St Offert — cards? No, you wouldn't — ^you were in high frocks. Well, St Offert got damages, but he also got the hoof, underneath. He hves in Ireland. There isn't the slightest connection, so far as I can see, Mabel, between innocence and reputation. Look at me ! Mabel. We'll fight it tooth and nail I Maegabet. Mabel, you're pure wool, right through; everybody's sorry for you. Mabel. It's for him they ought Maegahet. [Again handing the cigarette case] Do smoke, old thing. Mabel takes a cigarette this time, but does not light it. It isn't altogether simple. General Canynge was there last night. You don't mind my being beastly frank, do you? Mabel. No. I want it. Maegaeet. Well, he's all for esprit de corps and that. But he was awfully silent. Mabel. I hate half-hearted friends. Loyalty comes before everything. Maegaeet. Ye-es; but loyalties cut up against each other sometimes, you know. Mabel. I must see Ronny. D'you mind if I go and try to get him on the telephone? Maegaeet. Rather not. Mabel goes out by the door Left. Poor kid ! She curls herself intc a corner of the sofa, as if trying to get away from life. The bell 60 LOYALTIES act ii rings. Mabgabet stirs, gets up, and goes out into the corridor, where she opens the door to Lady Adela Winsoe, whom ihe precedes into the sitting-room. Enter ihs second murderer! D'you know that child knew nothing? Ladt a. Where is she? Mabgaret. Telephoning. Adela, if there's going to be an action, we shall be witnesses. I shall wear black georgette with an 6cru hat. Have you ever given evidence? Ladt A. Never. Maegaeet. It must be too frightfully thrilling. Ladt A. Oh! Why did I ever adc that wretch De Lvj-"is? I used to think him pathetic. Meg — did you know Ronald Dancy's coat was wet? The General happened to feel it. Maegaeet. So that's why he was so silent. Ladt A. Yes; and after the scene in the Club yesterday he went to see those bookmakers, and Goole — ^what a name! — ^is sure he told Dancy about the sale. Maegaeet. {Suddenly] I don't care. He's my third cousin. Don't you feel you couldn't, Adela? Lady A. Couldn't — ^what? Maegaeet. Stand for De Levis against one of ourselves? Ladt A. That's very narrow, Meg. Makgaket. Oh! I know lots of splendid Jews, and I rather liked Uttle Ferdy; but when it comes to the pomt ! They all stick together; why sc. 11 LOYALTIES 61 shouldn't we? It's in the blood. Open your jugular, and see if you haven't got it. Lady A. My dear, my great grandmother was a Jewess. I'm very proud of her. Margaret. Inoculated. [Stretching hersdf] Pre- judices, Adela — or are they loyalties — I don't know — criss-cross — ^we all cut each other's throats from the best of motives. Lady A. Oh! I shall remember that. DeUght- ful ! [Holding up a finger] You got it from Bergson, Meg. Isn't he wonderful? Margaret, Yes; have you ever read him? Lady A. Well — No. [Looking at the bedroom door] That poor child! I quite agree. I shall tell every- body it's ridiculous. You don't really think Ronald Dancy ? Margaret. I don't know, Adela. There are people who simply can't live without danger. I'm rather Uke that myself. They're all right when they're getting the D.S.O. or shooting man-eaters; but if there's no excitement going, they'll make it — out of sheer craving. I've seen Ronny Dancy do the maddest things for no mortal reason except the risk. He's had a past, you know. Lady A. Oh! Do tell! Margaret. He did splendidly in the war, of course, because it suited him; but — just before — don't you remember — a very queer bit of riding? Lady A. No. Margaret. Most dare-devil thing — ^but not quite. You must remember — it was awfully talked about. 62 LOYALTIES act ii And then, of course, right up to his marriage [She lights a cigarette.] Lady A. Meg, you're very tantalising! Margabet. a foreign-looking girl — ^most plummy. Oh! Ronny's got charm — ^this Mabel child doesn't know in the least what she's got hold of ! Lady A. But they're so fond of each other ! Mabgaebt. That's the mistake. The General isn't mentioning the coat, is he? Lady A. Oh, no ! It was only to Charles. Mabel returns. Maegabet. Did you get him? Mabel. No; he's not at Tattersall's, nor at the Club. Lady Adela rises and greets her with an air which suggests bereavement. Lady A. Nobody's going to believe this, my dear. Mabel. [Looking straight at her] Nobody who does need come here, or trouble to speak to tts again. Lady A. That's what I was afraid of; you're going to be defiant. Now don't! Just be perfectly natural. Mabel. So easy, isn't it? I could kill anybody who beheves such a thing. Mabgaeet. You'll want a solicitor, Mabel. Go tc old Mr Jacob Twisden. Lady A. Yes; he's so comforting. Maegabet. He got my pearls back once — ^without loss of life. A frightfully good fireside manner. Do get him here, Mabel, and have a heart-to-heart talk, all three of you ! Mabel. [SvMerdy] Listen ! There's Ronny ! sc. II LOYALTIES 63 Dancy comes in. Danct [TFiiA o smile] Very good of you to have come. Maegabet. Yes. We're just going. Oh! Ronny, this ii quite too [Bvt his face dries her up; and sidling past, she goes]. Lady A. Charles sent his — ^love [Her voice dwindles on the word, and she, too, goes]. Dancy, [Crossing to his wife] What have they been saying? Mabel. Ronny! Why didn't you tell me? Dancy. I wanted to see De Levis again first. Mabel. That wretch! How dare he? Darling! [She suddenly clasps and kisses him. He does not return the kiss, bvt remains rigid in her arms, so that she draws away and looks at him] It's hurt you awfully, I know. Dancy. Look here, Mabel! Apart from that muck — this is a ghastly tame-cat sort of hfe. Let's cut it and get out to Nairobi. I can scare up the moneji for that. Mabel. [Aghast] But how can we? Everybody would say Dancy. Let them! We shan't be here. Mabel. I couldn't bear people to think Dancy. I don't care a damn what people think — monkeys and cats. I never could stand their rotten menagerie. Besides, what does it matter how I act; if I bring an action and get damages — if I pound him to a jelly — ^it's all no good! I can't prove it. There'll be plenty of people unconvinced. 64 LOYALTIES act ii Mabel. But they'll find the real thief. Danct. [With a queer litth smile] Will staying here help them to do that? Mabel. [In a sort of agony] Oh! I couldn't — ^it looks like running away. We must stay and fight it ! Danct. Suppose I didn't get a verdict — you never can tell. Mabel. But you must — ^I was there all the time, with the door open. Danct. Was it? Mabel. I'm almost sure. Danct. Yes. But you're my wife. Mabel. [Bewildered] Ronny, I don't understand — suppose I'd been accused of stealing pearls ! Danct. [Wincing] I can't. Mabel. But I might — ^just as easily. What would you think of me if I ran away from it? Danct. I see. [A paiise] All right I You shall have a run for your money. I'll go and see old Twisden. Mabel. Let me come! [Dancy shakes his head] Why not? I can't be happy a moment unless I'm fighting this. Danct puts ovi his hand suddenly and grips Danct. You are a little brick ! Mabel. [Pressing his hand to her breast and looking into his face] Do you know what Margaret called you? RoNNT. No. Mabel. A desperate character. sc. 11 LOYALTIES 65 Danct. Ha! I'm not a tame cat, any more than she. The bell rings. Mabel goes out to the door and her voice is heard saying coldly. Mabel. Will you wait a minute, please? Returning. It's De Levis — ^to see you. [In a low voice] Let me see him alone first. Just for a minute ! Do ! Danct. [After a moment's silence] Go ahead ! He goes out into the bedroom. Mabel. [Going to the door, Right] Come in. De Levis comes in, and stands embarrassed. Yes? De Levis. [With a slight baw] Your husband, Mrs Dancy? Mabel. He is in. Why do you want to see him? De Levis. He came round to my rooms just now, when I was out. He threatened me yesterday. I don't choose him to suppose I'm afraid of him. Mabel. [With a great and manifest effort at self- control] Mr De Levis, you are robbing my husband of his good name. De Levis. [Sincerely] I admire your trustfulness, Mrs Dancy. Mabel. [Staring at him] How can you do it? What do you want? What's your motive? You can't possibly believe that my husband is a thief! De Levis. Unfortunately. Mabel. How dare you? How dare you? Don't you know that I was in our bedroom all the time with the door open? Do you accuse me too? 66 LOYALTIES act ii De Levis. No, Mrs Daney. Mabel. But you do. I must have seen, I must have heard. De Levis. A wife's memory is not very good when her husband is in danger. Mabel. In other words, I'm Isdng. De Levis. No. Your wish is mother to vour thought, that's all. Mabel. [After staring again with a sort of horror, turns to get control of herself. Then turning back to him] Mr De Levis, I appeal to you as a, gentleman to behave to us as you would we should behave to you. Withdraw this wicked charge, and write an apology that Ronald can show. De Levis. Mrs Dancy, I am not a gentleman, I am only a — damned Jew. Yesterday I might possibly have withdrawn to spare you. But when my race is insulted I have nothing to say to your husband, but as he wishes to see me, I've come. Please let hiTn know. Mabel. [Regarding him again with that look of horror — slowly] I think what you are doing is too horrible for words. De Levis gives her a slight bow, and as he does so Danct comes quickly in. Left. The iwo men stand with the length of the aofa between them. Mabel, behind the Mfa, turns her eyes on her husband, who has a paper in his right hand. De Levis. You came to see me. Danct. Yes. I want you to sign this. sc. II LOYALTIES 67 De Levis. I will sign nothing. Dancy. Let me read it: "I apologise to Captain Dancy for the reckless and monstrous charge I made against him, and I retract every word of it." De Levis. Not much ! Danct. You will sign. De Levis. I tell you this is useless. I will sign nothing. The charge is true; you wouldn't be play- ing this game if it weren't. I'm going. You'll hardly try violence in the presence of your wife; and if you try it anywhere else look out for yourself. Danct. Mabel, I want to speak to him alone. Mabel. No, no ! De Levis. Quite right, Mrs Dancy. Black and tan swashbuckling will only make things worse for him. Dancy. So you shelter behind a woman, do you, you skulking cur I De Levis takes a step, with fists clenched and gj/es biasing. Dancy, too, stands ready to spring — the moment is cut short by Mabel going quickly to her husband. Mabel. Don't, Ronny. It's undignified! He isn't worth it. Dancy suddenly tears the paper in two, and flings it into the fire. Dancy. Get out of here, you swine I De Levis stands a moment irresolute, then, turning to the door, he opens it, stands again for a moment with a smile on his 68 LOYALTIES act ii face, then goes. Mabel crosses swiftly to the door, and shuts U as the ovter door closes. Then she stands quite stiU, looking at her husband — her face expressing a sort of starded suspense. Danct. [Turning and looking at her] Well! Do you agree with him? Mabel. What do you mean? Danct. That I wouldn't be playing this game unless Mabel. Don't ! You hurt me ! Danct. Yes. You don't know much of me, Mabel. Mabel. Ronny! Danct. What did you say to that swine? Mabel. [Her face averted] That he was robbing us. [Turning to him suddenly] Ronny — you — didn't? I'd rather know. Danct. Ha ! I thought that was coming. Mabel. [Covering her face] Oh! How horrible of me — ^how horrible ! Danct. Not at all. The thing looks bad. Mabel. [Dropping her hands] If I can't believe in you, who can? [Going to him, throwing her arms round him, and looking up into his face] Ronny 1 If all the world^-7'd believe in you. You know I would. Danct. That's all right, Mabs! That's all right! [His face, above her head, is contorted for a moment, then hardens into a mask] Well, what shall we do? sc. n LOYALTIES 69 Mabel. Oh! Let's go to that lawyer — let's go at once ! Danct. All right. Get your hat on. Mabel passes him, and goes into the bedroom, Left. Danct, l^t alone, stands quite still, staring before him. With a sudden shrug of his shoulders he moves quickly to his hat and takes it up just as Mabel returns, ready to go out. He opens the door; and crossing him, she stops in the doorway, look- ing up with a dear and trustful gaze as The CuBTAm/aOf. ACTin I o c 8 I s Q a J D Si: m V O o Q -a a a a D a a Di2 D D a Q a a ACT m SCENE I Three monihs later. Old Mb Jacob Twisden's Boom, at the offices of Twisden & Graviter, in Lincoln's Inn Fields, is syacious, with two large windows at back, a fine old fireplace, Right, a door below it, and two doors, Left. Between the windows is a large table sideways to the window wall, with a chair in the middle on the right-hand side, a chair against the wall, and a client's chair on the left-hand side. Gbavitee, Twisden's much younger partner, is standing in front of the righfr-hand window looking out on to the Fields, where the lamps are being lighted, and a taxi's engine is running down below. He turns his sanguine, shrewd face from the mndow towards a grandfather dock, between the doors, L^t, which is striking "four." The door. Left Forward, is opened. YoDNG Cleek. [Entering] A Mr Gilman, sir, to see Mr Twisden. Gbavitee. By appointment? Young Cleek. No, sir. But important, he says. 73 74 LOYALTIES act hi Geaviteh. I'll see him. The Clerk goes. Gravitee sUs rigM of table. The Clerk returns, ushering in an oldish Man, who looks what he is, the proprietor of a large modem grocery store. He wears a dark overcoat and carries a pot hat. His gingery-grey moustache and muUon-chop whiskers give him the expression of a cat. Geaviter. [Sizing up his social standing] Mr Gilman? Yes. Gilman. [Dovbtfiitty] Mr Jacob Twisden? Gravitee. [Smiling] His partner. Graviter my name is. Gilman. Mr Twisden's not in, then? Geaviter. No. He's at the Courts. They're just up; he should be in directly. But he'll be busy. Gilman. Old Mr Jacob Twisden — ^I've heard of him. Graviter. Most people have. A pause. Gilman. It's this Dancy De Levis case that's keepin' him at the Courts, I suppose? Gravitee nods. Won't be finished for a day or two? Geaviter shakes his head. No. Astonishin' the interest taken in it. Geaviter. As you say. Gilman. The Smart Set, eh? This Captain Dancy got the D.S.O., didn't be? Gbavitee nods, sc. I LOYALTIES 75 Sad to have a thing like that said about you. I thought he gave his evidence well; and his wife too. Looks as if this De Levis had got some private spite. Searchy la femme, I said to Mrs Oilman only this morning, before I Geavitee. By the way, sir, what is your business? Oilman. Well, my business here No, if you'll excuse me, I'd rather wait and see old Mr Jacob Twisden. It's delicate, and I'd like his experience. Ohavitbe. [With a shrug] Very well; then, perhaps, you'll go in there. [He moves towards the door, Left Back]. Oilman. Thank you. [Follovnng] You see, I've never been mixed up with the law Oeavitee. [Opening the door] No ? Oilman. And I don't want to begin. When you do, you don't know where you'll stop, do you? You see, I've only come from a sense of duty; and — other reasons. Oeavitee. Not uncommon. Oilman. [Producing card] This is my card. Gil- man's — several branches, but this is the 'ead. Geavitbe. [Scrutinising card] Exactly. Oilman. Grocery — ^I daresay you know me; or your wife does. They say old Mr Jacob Twisden refused a knighthood. If it's not a rude question, why was that ? Oeavitee. Ask him, sir; ask him. Oilman. I said to my wife at the time, "He's hoHin' out for a baronetcy." 76 LOYALTIES act hi Gravitee closes the door with an exasperated smile. Young Clerk. [Opening the door, Left Forward] Mr Winsor, sir, and Miss Orine. They enter, and the Cleek withdraws. Gravitek. How d'you do, Miss Orme? How do you do, Wiosor? WiNsoR. Twisden not back, Graviter? Ghaviter. Not yet. WiNSOR. Well, they've got through De Levis's witnesses. Sir Frederic was at the very top of his form. It's looking quite well. But I hear they've just subpoenaed Canynge after all. His evidence is to be taken to-morrow. Graviter. Oho! WiNSOR. I said Dancy ought to have called him. Graviter. We considered it. Sir Frederic decided that he could use him better in cross-examination. Winsor. Well! I don't know that. Can I go and see him before he gives evidence to-morrov^? Graviter. I should like to hear Mr Jacob on that, Winsor. He'll be in directly. WiNSOR. They had Kentman, and Goole, the Inspector, the other bobby, my footman, Dancy's banker, and his tailor. Graviter. Did we shake Kentman or Goole? Winsor. Very Uttle. Oh! by the way, the numbers of those two notes were given, and I see they're published in the evening papers. I suppose the police wanted that. I tell you what I find. sc. I LOYALTIES 77 Graviter — ^a general feeling that there's something behind it all that doesn't come out. Geavitee. The public wants its money's worth — ^alwayB does in these Society cases; they brew so long beforehand, you see. WiNSOE. They're looking for something lurid. Maegaebt. When I was in the box, I thought they were looking for me. [Taking out her cigarette case] I suppose I mustn't smoke, Mr Graviter? Geavitee. Do! Maegaeet. Won't Mr Jacob have a fit? Geavitee. Yes, but not till you've gone. Maegaeet. Just a whiff. [She lights a cigarette]. WmsoE. [Suddenly] It's becoming a sort of Dre3^us case — people taking sides quite outside the evidence. Maegaeet. There are more of the chosen in Court every day. Mr Graviter, have you noticed the two on the jury? Geavitee. [With a smile] No; I can't say Maegaeet. Oh! but quite distiactly. Don't you think they ought to have been challenged? Geavitee. De Levis might have challenged the other ten. Miss Orme. Maegaeet. Dear me, now! I never thought of that. As she speaks, the door Left Forward is opened and old Me Jacob Twisden comes in. He is tallish and narrow, sixty-eight years old, grey, with narrow little whiskers curling round his narrow ears, and a r^arrow hovi 78 LOYALTIES act hi ribbon curling round his collar. He wears a long, narrow-tailed coat, and strapped trousers on his narrow legs. His nose and face are narrow, shrewd, and kindly. He has a way of narrowing his shrewd and kindly eyes. His nose is seen to twitch and sniff. TwiSDEN. Ah! How are you, Charles? How do you do, my dear? Margaeet. Dear Mr Jacob, I'm smoking. Isn't it disgusting? But they don't allow it in Court, you know. Such a pity! The Judge might have a hookah. Oh ! wouldn't he look sweet — the darling ! TwTSDEN. [With a little, oldrfashioned bow] It does not become everybody as it becomes you, Margaret. Maegabet. Mr Jacob, how charming! [With a slight grimace she puis out fier cigarette], Ghaviteb. Man called Oilman waiting in there to see you specially. TwiSDEN. Directly. Turn up the Hght, would you, Graviter? Gkaviter. [Turning up the light] Excuse me. He goes. WiNSOE. Look here, Mr Twisden TwiSDEN. Sit down; sit down, my dear. And he himself sits behind the table, as a cup of tea is brought in to him by the Young Cleek, with two Marie biscuits in the saucer. Will you have some, Margaret? Maegaeet. No, dear Mr Jacob. 8C. I LOYALTIES 79 TwisDEN. Charles? WiNSOE. No, thanks. The door is closed. TwiSDEN. [Dipping a biscuit in the tea] Now, then? WiNSCE. The General knows something which on the face of it looks rather queer. Now that he's going to be called, oughtn't Dancy to be told of it, so that he may be ready with his explanation, in case it comes out? TwisDBN. [Pouring some tea into the saucer] With- out knowing, I can't tell you. WiNSOE and Maegaeet exchange looks, and TwiSDEN drinks from the saucer. Maegaeet. Tell him, Charles. WiNSOE. Well ! It rained that evening at Meldon. The General happened to put his hand on Dancy's shoulder, and it was damp. TwiSDEN puts the saucer down and replaces the cup in it. They both look intently at him. TwiSDEN. I take it that General Canynge won't say anything he's not compelled to say. Maegaeet. No, of course; but, Mr Jacob, they might ask; they know it rained. And he is such a George Washington. TwiSDEN. [Toying with a pair of tortoise-shell glasses] They didn't ask either of you. Still — ^no harm in your telling Dancy. WiNSOE. I'd rather you did it, Margaret. Maegaeet. I daresay. [She mechanically takes 80 LOYALTIES act hi out her dgarette-case, catches the lift of Twisden's eyebrows, and puts it back]. WiNSOB. Well, we'll go together. I don't want Mrs Dancy to hear. Maegabet. Do tell me, Mr Jacob; is he going to win? TwiSDEN. I think so, Margaret; I think so. Mabgabet. It'll be too frightful if he doesn't get a verdict, after aU this. But I don't know what we shall do when it's over. I've been sitting in that Court aU these three days, watching, and it's made me feel there's nothing we like better than seeing people skinned. Well, bye-bye, bless you ! TwiSDEN rises and pats her hand. WiNSOR. Half a second, Margaret. Wait for me. She nods and goes out. Mr Twisden, what do you really think? TwiSDEN. I am Dancy's lawyer, my dear Charles, as well as yours. WiNSOB. Well, can I go and see Canynge? TwiSDEN. Better not. WiNSOE. If they get that out of him, and recall me, am I to say he told me of it at the time? TwiSDEN. You didn't feel the coat yourself? And Dancy wasn't present? Then what Canjfnge told you is not evidence. We'U stop your being asked. WiNSOE. Thank goodness. Good-bye ! WiNSOE goes out. TwiSDEN, behind his table, motionless, taps his teeth with the eyeglasses in his narrow, sc. I LOYALTIES 81 well-kept hand. After a long shake of his head and a shrug of his rather high shoulders he sniffs, goes to the window and opens it. Then crossing to the door, Left Back, he throws it open and says : TwiSDEN. At your service, sir. Oilman comes forth, nursing his pot hat. TwiSDEN doses the window behind him, and takes his seat. Oilman. [Taking the client's chair, to the left of the table] Mr Twisden, I believe? My name's Oilman, head of Oilman's Department Stores. You have my card. TwiSDEN. [Looking at the card\ Yes. What can we do for you? Oilman. Well, I've come to you from a sense of duty, sir, and also a feelin' of embarrassment. [He takes from his breast pocket an evening paper] You see, I've been foUowin' this Dancy case — ^it's a good deal talked of in Putney — and I read this at half-past two this afternoon. To be precise, at 2.25. [He rises and hands the paper to Twisden, and with a thick gloved forefinger indicates a passage] When I read these numbers, I 'appened to remember givin' change for a fifty-pound note — don't often 'ave one in, you know — so I went to the cash-box out of curiosity, to see that I 'adn't got it. Well, I 'ad; and here it is. [He draws out from his breast pocket and lays before Twisden a fifty-pound banknote] It was brought in to change by a customer of mine three 82 LOYALTIES act hi days ago, and he got value for it. Now, that's a stolen note, it seems, and you'd like to know what I did. Mind you, that customer of mine I've known 'im — ^well — eight or nine years; an Italian he is — wine salesman, and so far's I know, a respectable man— foreign-lookin', but nothin' more. Now, this was at 'alf-past two, and I was at my head branch at Putney, where I Uve. I want you to mark the time, so as you'll see I 'aven't wasted a minute. I took a cab and I drove straight to my customer's private residence in Putney, where he Hves with his daughter — Ricardos his name is, PaoUo Ricardos. They tell me there that he's at his business shop in the City. So off I go in the cab again, and there I find him. Well, sir, I showed this paper to him and I produced the note. "Here," I said, "you brought this to me and you got value for it." Well, that man was taken aback. If I'm a judge, Mr Twisden, he was taken aback, not to speak in a guilty way, but he was, as you might say, flummoxed. "Now," I said to him, "where did you get it — ^that's the point?" He took his time to answer, and then he said: "Well, Mr Oilman," he said, "you know me; I am an honourable man. I can't tell you offhand, but I am above the board." He's foreign, you know, in his expressions. "Yes," I said, "that's all very well," I said, "but here I've got a stolen note and you've got the value for it. Now I tell you," I said, "what I'm going to do; I'm going straight with this note to Mr Jacob Twisden, who's got this Dancy De Levis case in 'and. He's a well-known Society Bc. I LOYALTIES 83 lawyer," I said, "of great experience." "Oh!" he said, "that is what you do?" — funny the way he speaks! "Then I come with you!" — ^And I've got him in the cab below. I want to tell you everything before he comes up. On the way I tried to get something out of him, but I couldn't — I could not. "This is very awkward," I said at last. "It is, Mr Gilman," was his reply; and he began to talk about his Sicilian claret — a very good wine, mind you; but under the circumstances it seemed to me uncalled for. Have I made it clear to you? TwiSDEN. [Who has listened with extreme attention] Perfectly, Mr Gilman. I'll send down for him. [He touches a hand-bell]. The Young Clehk appears at the door, Left Forward. A gentleman in a taxi — waiting. Ask him to be so good as to step up. Oh! and send Mr Graviter here again. The Young Cleek goes out. Gilman. As I told you, sir, I've been followia' this case. It's what you might call piquant. And I should be very glad if it came about that this helped Captain Dancy. I take an interest, because, to tell you the truth, [Confidentially] I don't like — ^well, not to put too fine a point upon it — 'Ebrews. They work harder; they're more sober; they're honest; and they're everywhere. I've nothing against them, but the fact is— they get on so. TwisDBN. [Cocking an eye] A thorn in the flesh, Mr Gilman. 84 LOYALTIES act hi Oilman. Well, I prefer my own countrymen, and that's the truth of it. As fie speaks, Gkavitee comes in by the door Left Forward. TwiSDEN. [Pointing to the newspaper and the note] Mr Oilman has brought this, of which he is holder for value. His customer, who changed it three days ago, is coming up. Oraviteb. The fifty-pounder. I see. [His face is long and reflective]. Young Clehk. [Entering] Mr Ricardos, sir. He goes out. RicAEDOs is a personable, Italiarirlooking man in a frock coat, with a dark moxis- tachioed face and dark hair a litUe grizzled. He looks anxious, and bows. TwisDEN. Mr Ricardos? My name is Jacob Twisden. My partner. [Holding up a finger, as RiCAKDOs would speak] Mr Oilman has told us about this note. You took it to him, he says, three days ago; that is, on Monday, and received cash for it? Ricardos. Yes, sare. Twisden. You were not aware that it was stolen? Ricardos. [With his hand to his breast] Oh I no, sare. Twisden. You received it from ? Ricardos. A minute, sare; I would weesh to explain [With an expressive shrug] in private. Twisden. [Nodding] Mr Oilman, your conduct has been most prompt. You may safely leave the matter ia our hands, now. Kindly let us retain 8C. I LOYALTIES 85 this note; and ask for my cashier as you go out and give him [He vmtes] this. He will reimburse you. We wiU take any necessary steps ourselves. GiLMAN. [In slight surprise, with modest pride] Well, sir, I'm in your 'ands. I must be guided by you, with your experience. I'm glad you think I acted rightly. TwiSDEN. Very rightly, Mr GDman — very rightly. [Rising] Good afternoon I GiLMAN. Good afternoon, sir. Good afternoon, gentlemen! [To Twisden] I'm sure I'm very 'appy to have made your acquaintance, sir. It's a well- known name. Twisden. Thank you. GiLMAN retreats, glances at Ricaedos, and turns again. GiLMAN. I suppose there's nothing else I ought to do, in the interests of the law? I'm a careful man. Twisden. If there is, Mr Gilman, we will let you know. We have your address. You may make your mind easy; but don't speak of this. It might interfere with Justice. Gilman. Oh! I shouldn't dream of it. I've no wish to be mixed up in anj^thing conspicuous. That's not my principle at all. Good-day, gentlemen. He goes. Twisden. [Seating himself] Now, sir, will you sit down. But Ricaedos does not sit; he stands looking uneasily across the table at Graviteb. You may speak out. 86 LOYALTIES act hi RiCAKDOS. Well, Mr Tweesden and sare, this matter is very serious for me, and very delicate — ^it concairns my honour. I am in a great difficulty. TwiSDEN. When in difficulty — complete frankness, sir. RiCAEDOS. It is a family matter, sare, I TwiSDEN. Let me be frank with you. [Tetting his points off on his fingers] We have your admission that you changed this stopped note for value. It will be our duty to inform the Bank of England that it has been traced to you. You wiU have to account to them for your possession of it. I suggest to you that it will be far better to account frankly to us. RiCAEDOS. [Taking out a handkerchief and quite operily wiping his hands and forehead] I received this note, sare, with others, from a gentleman, sare, in settlement of a debt of honour, and I know nothing of where he got them. TwiSDEN. H'm! that is veiy vague. E that is all you can tell us, I'm afraid RiCAEDOS. Gentlemen, this is very painful for me. It is my daughter's good name [He again wipes his brow]. TwiSDEN. Come, sir, speak out! RiCAEDOS. [Desperately] The notes were a settle- ment to her from this gentleman, of whom she was a great friend. TwiSDEN. [Svdderdy] I am afraid we must press you for the name of the gentleman. RiCAEDOS. Sare, if I give it to you, and it does 'im 'arm, what will my daughter say? This is a bad sc. I LOYALTIES 87 matter for me. He behaved well to her; and she is attached to him stiU; sometimes she is crsong yet because she lost him. And now we betray him, perhaps, who knows? This is very unpleasant for me. [Taking up the paper] Here it gives the number of another note — a 'undred-pound note. I 'ave that too. [He takes a note from his breast pocket]. Geavitek. How much did he give you in all? RiOAHDOS. For my daughter's settlement one thousand pounds. I understand he did not wish to give a cheque because of his marriage. So I did not think anjrthing about it being in notes, you see. TwiSDEN. When did he give you this money? RiCAEDOS. The middle of Octobare last. TwisDEN. [Suddenly looking up] Mr Ricardos, was it Captain Dancy? RiCAEDOS. [Again wiping his forehead] Gentlemen, I am so fond of my daughter. I have only the one, and no wife. TwiSDEN. [With an effort] Yes, yes; but I must know. RiCAEDOS. Sare, if I tell you, will you give me your good word that my daughter shall not hear of it? TwiSDEN. So far as we are able to prevent it — certainly. RiCAEDOS. Sare, I trust you. — It was Captain Dancy. A long pause. Geavitee. [Suddenly] Were you blackmaihng him? TwiSDEN. [Holding up his hand] My partner means, did you press him for this settlement? 88 LOYALTIES act hi RiCABDOs. I did think it my duty to my daughter to ask that he make compensation to her. TwiSDEN. With threats that you would tell his wife? RiCAHDOs. [With a shrug] Captain Dancy was a man of honour. He said: "Of course I wiQ do this." I trusted him. And a month later I did remind him, and he gave me this money for her. I do not know where he got it — ^I do not know. Gentlemen, I have invested it all on her — every penny— except this note, for which I had the purpose to buy her a necklace. That is the swearSd truth. TwisDEN. I must keep this note. [He touches the hundred-pound note] You will not speak of this to anyone. I may recognise that you were a holder for value received — others might take a different view. Good-day, sir. Graviter, see Mr Ricardos out, and take his address. RiCAEDOs. [Pressing his hands over the breast of his frock coat — with a sigh] Gentlemen, I beg you — remember what I said. [With a roll of his eyes] My daughter — ^I am not happee. Good-day. He turns and goes out slowly, L^t Forward, followed by Geavitee. TwiSDEN. [To himself] Young Dancy! [He pins the two notes together and places them in an envelope, then stands motionless except for his eyes and hands, which restlessly express the disturbance within him. Geavitee returns, carefully shuts the door, and going up to him, hands him Ricaedos' card. sc. I LOYALTIES 89 [Looking at the card] Villa Benvenuto. This will have to be verified, but I'm afraid it's true. That man was not acting. Geavitee. What's to be done about Dancy? TwiSDEN. Can you understand a gentleman ? Geavitee. I don't know, sir. The war loosened "form" all over the place. I saw plenty of that myself. And some men have no moral sense. From the first I've had doubts. TwiSDEN. We can't go on with the case. Geavitee. Phew I ... [A moment's silence] Gosh ! It's an awful thing for his wife. TwiSDEN. Yes. Geavitee. {Touching the envelope] Chance brought this here, sir. That man won't talk — ^he's too scared. TwiSDEN. Oilman. Geavitee. Too respectable. If De Levis got those notes back, and the rest of the money, anonymously? TwiSDEN. But the case, Graviter; the case. Geavitee. I don't believe this alters what I've been thinking. TwiSDEN. Thought is one thing — knowledge an- other. There's duty to our profession. Ours is a fine calling. On the good faith of solicitors a very great deal hangs. [He crosses to the hearth as if warmth would help him]. Geavitee. It'll let him in for a prosecution. He came to us in confidence. TwiSDEN. Not as against the law. 90 LOYALTIES act hi Gbavitee. No. I suppose not. [A pause] By- Jove, I don't like losing this case. I don't like the admission we backed such a wrong 'un. TwiSDEN. Impossible to go on. Apart from ourselves, there's Sir Frederic. We must disclose to him — can't let him go on in the dark. Complete confidence between solicitor and counsel is the essence of professional honour. Graviteb. What are you going to do then, sir? TwiSDEN. See Dancy at once. Get him on the 'phone. Gbavitee. [Taking up the telephone] Get me Captain Dancy's flat. . . . What? ... [To Twisden] Mrs Dancy is here. That's d, propos with a vengeance. Are you going to see her, sir? TwiSDEN. [After a moment's painful hesitation] I must. Gkaviteb. [Telephoning] Bring Mrs Dancy up. [He turns to the vdndow]. Mabel Danct is shown in, looking very pale. TwiSDEN advances from the fire, and takes her hand. Mabel. Major Colford's taken Ronny off in his car for the night. I thought it would do him good. I said I'd come round in case there was anything you wanted to say before to-morrow. TwiSDEN. [Taken aback] Where have they gone? Mabel. I don't know, but he'll be home before ten o'clock to-morrow. Is there anjrthing? TwiSDEN. Well, I'd like to see him before the Court sits. Send him on here as soon as he comes. sc. 1 LOYALTIES 91 Mabel. [With her hand to her foreJwad] Oh! Mr Twisden, when will it be over? My head's getting awful sitting in that Court. Twisden. My dear Mrs Dancy, there's no need at all for you to come down to-morrow; take a rest and nurse your head. Mabel. Really and truly? Twisden. Yes; it's the very best thing you can do. Geaviteb turns his head, and looks at them unobserved. Mabel. How do you think it's going? Twisden. It went very well to-day; very well indeed. Mabel. You must be awfully fed up with us. Twisden. My dear young lady, that's our business. [He takes her hand\. Mabel's face suddenly quivers. She draws her hand away, and covers her lips with it. There, there ! You want a day off badly. Mabel. I'm so tired of ! Thank you so much for all you're doing. Good night! Good night, Mr Graviter ! Geavitee. Good night, Mrs Dancy. Mabel goes. Geavitee. D'you know, I beheve she knows. Twisden. No, no ! She beUeves in him implicitly. A staunch little woman. Poor thing I Geavitee. Hasn't that shaken you, sir? It has me. Twisden. No, no ! I — I can't go on with the case. It's breaking faith. Get Sir Frederic's chambers. 92 LOYALTIES act hi Gravitbk. [Tekphoning, and getting a reply, looks round at Twisden] Yes? TwiSDEN. Ask if I can come round and see him. Geavitek. [Telephoning] Can Sir Frederic spare Mr Twisden a few minutes now if he comes round? [Receiving reply] He's gone down to Brighton for the night. Twisden. H'm! What hotel? Gratitek. [Telephoning] What's his address? What . . .? [To Twisden] The Bedford. Twisden. I'll go down. Geavitee. [Telephoning] Thank you. All right. [He rings off]. Twisden. Just look out the trains down and up early to-morrow. Geaviteb takes up an A B C, and Twisden takes up the Ricardos card. Twisden. Send to this address in Putney, verify the fact that Ricardos has a daughter, and give me a trunk call to Brighton. Better go yourself, Graviter. If you see her, don't say anything, of course — ^invent some excuse. [Geavitee nods] I'll be up in time to see Dancy. Geavitee. By George ! I feel bad about this. Twisden. Yes. But professional honour comes first. What time is that train? [He bends over the ABC], Guetain. SCENE II The same room on the following morning at terirtwenty- five, by the Grandfather clock. The Young Cleek is ushering in Danct, whose face is perceptibly harder than it was three months ago, like that of a man who has lived under great restraint. Danct. He wanted to see me before the Court sat. Young Cleek. Yes, sir. Mr Twisden will see you in one minute. He had to go out of town last night. [He prepares to open the waiting-room door]. Danct. Were you in the war? Young Cleek. Yes. Danct. How can you stick this? Young Cleek. [With a smile] My trouble was to stick that, sir. Danct. But you get no excitement from year's end to year's end. It'd drive me mad. Young Cleek. [Shyly] A case like this is pretty exciting. I'd give a lot to see us win it. Danct. [Staring at him] Why? What is it to you? Young Cleek. I don't know, sir. It's — ^it's like football — you want your side to win. [He opens the waiting-room door. Expanding] You see some rum starts, too, in a lawyer's office in a quiet way. 93 94 LOYALTIES act iii Dancy enters the waiting-room, and the Young Cleek, shutting the door, meets Twisden as he com£S in, Left Forward, and takes from him overcoat, top hat, and a smaU bag. Young Clbek. Captain Dancy's waiting, sir. [He indicates the waiting-room], Twisden. [Narrowing his lips] Very well. Mr Graviter gone to the Courts? Young Clerk. Yes, sir. Twisden. Did he leave anything for me? Young Clebe. On the table, sir. Twisden. [Taking up an envelope] Thank you. The Clerk goes. Twisden. [Opening the envelope and, reading] "All corroborates." H'm! [He puts it in his pocket and takes out of an envelope the two notes, lays them on the table, and covers them with a sheet of blotting-paper; stands a moment preparing himself, then goes to the door of the waiiing-room, opens it, and says:] Now, Captain Dancy. Sorry to have kept you waiting. Dancy. [Entering] Winsor came to me yesterday about General Canynge's evidence. Is that what you wanted to speak to me about? Twisden. No. It isn't that. Dancy. [Looking at his wrist watch] By me it's just on the half-hour, sir. Twisden. Yes. I don't want you to go to the Court. Dancy. Not? Twisden. I have very serious news for you. Dancy. [Wincing and collecting himself] Oh I sc. II LOYALTIES 95 TwiSDEN. These two notes. [He uncovers the notes] After the Court rose yesterday we had a man called Ricardos here. [A pause] Is there any need for me to say more? Dancy. [Unflinching] No. What now? TwiSDEN. Our duty was plain; we could not go on with the case. I have consulted Sir Frederic. He felt — ^he felt that he must throw up his brief, and he will do that the moment the Court sits. Now I want to talk to you about what you're going to do. Dancy. That's very good of you, considering. TwiSDEN. I don't pretend to understand, but I imagine you may have done this in a moment of reckless bravado, feeling, perhaps, that as you gave the mare to De Levis, the money was by rights as much yours as his. Stopping Danct, who is about to speak, vrith a gesture. To satisfy a debt of honour to this — ^lady; and, no doubt, to save your wife from hearing of it from the man Ricardos. Is that so? Dancy. To the life. TwiSDEN. It was mad, Captain Dancy, madl But the question now is: What do you owe to your wife? She doesn't dream — ^I suppose? Dancy. [With a tmtching face] No. TwiSDEN. We can't teU what the result of this collapse will be. The police have the theft in hand. They may issue a warrant. The money could be refunded, and the costs paid — somehow that can all be managed. But it may not help. In any case, 96 LOYALTIES act hi what end is served by your staying in the country? You can't save your honour — that's gone. You can't save your wife's peace of mind. If she sticks to you — do you think she will? Dancy. Not if she's wise. TwiSDBN. Better go ! There's a war in Morocco. Dancy. [With a bitter smile] Good old Morocco ! TwiSDEN. Will you go, then, at once, and leave me to break it to your wife? Dancy. I don't know yet. TwiSDEN. You must decide quickly, to catch a boat train. Many a man has made good. You're a fine soldier. Dancy. There are alternatives. TwiSDEN. Now, go straight from this office. You've a passport, I suppose; you won't need a visa for France, and from there you can find means to slip over. Have you got money on you? [Dancy nods]. We wiU see what we can do to stop or delay proceedings. Danct. It's all damned kind of you. [WUh difficulty] But I must think of my wife. Give me a few minutes. TwiSDEN. Yes, yes; go in there and think it out. He goes to the door, Bight, and opens it. Dancy passes him and goes out. Twisden rings a bell and stands waiting. Clehk. [Entering] Yes, sir? Twisden. Tell them to call a taxi. Clerk. [Who has a startled look] Yes, sir. Mr sc. II LOYALTIES 97 Graviter has come in, sir, with General Canynge. Are you disengaged? TwiSDEN. Yes. The Glebk goes out, and almost immediately Gbavitek and Gantnge enter. Good-moming, General. [To Geavitee] Well? Geavitee. Sir Frederic got up at once and said that since the publication of the numbers of those notes, information had reached him which forced him to withdraw from the case. Great sensation, of course. I left Bromley in charge. There'U be a formal verdict for the defendant, with costs. Have you told Dancy? TwiSDEN. Yes. He's ia there deciding what he'll do. Canynge. [Gra/ue and vexed\ This is a dreadful thing, Twisden. I've been afraid of it all along. A soldier! A gallant fellow, too. What on earth got into him? Twisden. There's no end to human nature. General. Geavitee. You can see queerer things in the papers, any day. Gantnge, Tliat poor young wife of his! Winsor gave me a message for you, Twisden. H money's wanted quickly to save proceedings, draw on him. Is there anjrthing I can do? Twisden. I've advised him to go straight off to Morocco. Canynge. I don't know that an asylum isn't the place for him. He must be off his head at moments. 98 LOYALTIES act hi That jump — crazy! He'd have got a verdict on that alone — if they'd seen those balconies. I was looking at them when I was down there last Sunday. Daring thing, Twisden. Very few men, on a dark night He risked his life twice. That's a shrewd fellow — ^young De Levis. He spotted Dancy's nature. The YotTNG Cleek erders. Clehk. The taxi's here, sir. Will you see Major Golford and Miss Orme? Twisden. Graviter No; show them in. The Young Cleek goes. Gantnge. Golford's badly cut up. Maegaeet Oemb and Colfoed erder. GoLPOED. [Striding forward\ There must be some mistake about this, Mr Twisden. Twisden. Hssh! Dancy's in there. He's ad- mitted it. Voices are subdued at once. GoLFOED. What? [With emotion] K it were my own brother, I couldn't feel it more. But — damn it ! What right had that fellow to chuck up the case — without letting him know, too. I came down with Dancy this morning, and he knew nothing about it. Twisden. [Coldly] That was unfortunately un- avoidable. CoLPOED. Guilty or not, you ought to have stuck to him — ^it's not playing the game, Mr Twisden. Twisden. You must allow me to judge where my duty lay, in a very hard case. sc. 11 LOYALTIES 99 CoLFOKD. I thought a man wag safe with his solicitor. Cantnge. Colford, you don't understand pro- fessional etiquette. CoLFOKD. No, thank God! TwiSDEN. When you have been as long in your profession as I have been in mine, Major Colford, you will know that duty to your calling outweighs duty to friend or client. Colford. But I serve the Country. TwisDEN. And I serve the Law, sir. Caktnge. Graviter, give me a sheet of paper. I'll write a letter for him. Mabgaeet. [Going up to Twisden] Dear Mr Jacob — ^pay De Levis. You know my pearls — put them up the spout again. Don't let Ronny be Twisden. Money isn't the point, Margaret. Maegabet. It's ghastly ! It really is. CoLFOED. I'm going in to shake hands with him. [He starts to cross the room], Twisden. Wait! We want him to go straight off to Morocco. Don't upset him. [To Colford and Maegabet] I think you had better go. If, a little later, Margaret, you could go round to Mrs Dancy CoLFOBD. Poor little Mabel Dancy! It's perfect hell for her. They have not seen that Danct has opened the door behind them. Danct. It is ! They all turn round in consternation. CoLFOBD. [With a convulsive movement] Old boy ! 100 LOYALTIES act hi Danct. No good, Colford. [Gazing round at them] Oh! clear out. I can't stand commiseration — and let me have some air. TwiSDEN motions to CoLroED and Mabgaeet to go; and as he turns to Danct, they go out. Ghaviteb also moves towards the door. The General sits motiordess. Gkavitee goes out. TwiSDEN. Well? Danct. I'm going home, to clear up things with my wife. General Canynge, I don't quite know why I did the damned thing. But I did, and there's an end of it. Cantnge. Daney, for the honour of the Army, avoid further scandal if you can. I've written a letter to a friend of mine in the Spanish War Office. It will get you a job in their war. [Cantnge closes the envelope]. Danct. Very good of you. I don't know if I can make use of it. Cantnge stretches out the letter, which TwiSDEN hands to Danct, who takes it. Ghaviteb re^opens the door. TwiSDEN. What is it? Ghaviteb. De Levis is here. TwiSDEN. De Levis? Can't see him. Danct. Let him in ! After a moment's hesitation Twisden nods, and Graviteb goes out. The three vxiit in silence with their eyes fixed on the door, the Genebal sitting at the table, Twisden sc. 11 LOYALTIES 101 by his chair, Danct between him and the door Bight. De Levis comes in and shuts the door. He is advancing towards TwiSDEN when his eyes fall on Dancy, and he stops. TViSDBN. You wanted to see me? De Levis. [Moistening his lips] Yes. I came to say that — ^that I overheard — I am afraid a warrant is to be issued. I wanted you to realise — ^it's not my doing. I'll give it no support. I'm content. I don't want my money. I don't even want costs. Dancy, do you understand? Danct does not answer, but looks at him with nothing alive in his face but his eyes. Twisden. We are obliged to you, sir. It was good of you to come. Db Levis. [With a sort of darting pride] Don't mistake me. I didn't come because I feel Christian; I am a Jew. I will take no money — ^not even that which was stolen. Give it to a charity. I'm proved right. And now I'm done with the damned thing. Good-morning I He makes a little bow to Cantnge and Twisden, and turns to face Danct, who has never moved. The two stand motion- less, looking at each other, then Db Levis shrugs his shoulders and walks out. When he is gone there is a silence. Cantnge. [SudderUy] You heard what he said, Dancy. You have no time to lose. But Danct does not stir. 102 LOYALTIES act hi TwiSDBN. Captain Dancy? Slowly, mthovi turning his head, rather like a man in a dream, Danct waUks across the room, and goes out. CUBTAIN. SCENE III The Dancts' sitting-room, a few minutes later. Mabel Danct is silting ahne on the sofa with a newspaper on her lap; she is only just up, and has a bottle of smelling-salts in her hand. Two or three other newspapers are dumped on the arm of the sofa. She topples the one off her lap and takes up another as if she couldn't keep away from them; drops it in turn, and sits staring before her, sniffing at the salts. The door. Right, is opened and Dancy comes in. Mabel. [Utterly surprised\ Ronny! Do they want me in Court? Danct. No. Mabel. What is it, then? Why are you back? Danct. Spun. Mabel. [Blank] Spun? What do you mean? What's spun? Danct. The case. They've found out through those notes. Mabel. Oh! [Staring at his face] Who? Danct. Me! Mabel. [After a moment of horrified stillness] Don't, Ronny! Oh! No! Don't! [She buries her face in the pillows of the sofa]. 103 104 LOYALTIES act hi Danct stands looking down at her. Danct. Pity you wouldn't come to Africa three months ago. Mabel. Why didn't you tell me then? I would have gone. Danct. You wanted this case. Well, it's fallen down. Mabel. Oh! Why didn't I face it? But I couldn't — I had to believe. Danct. And now you can't. It's the end, Mabel. Mabel. [Looking up at him] No. Danct goes suddenly on his knees and seizes her hand. Danct. Forgive me ! Mabel. [Putting her hand on his head\ Yes; oh, yes I I think I've known a long time, really. Only — ^why? What made you? Danct. [Getting up and speaking in jerks] It was a crazy thing to do; but, damn it, I was only looting a looter. The money was as much mine as his. A decent chap would have offered me half. You didn't see the brute look at me that night at dinner as much as to say: "You blasted fool!" It made me mad. That wasn't a bad jump — ^twice over. Nothing in the war took quite such nerve. [Grimly] I rather enjoyed that evening. Mabel. But — ^money! To keep it! Danct. [Sullenly] Yes, but I had a debt to pay. Mabel. To a woman? Danct. A debt of honour — ^it wouldn't wait. Mabel. It was — ^it was to a woman. Bonny, don't lie any more. sc. Ill LOYALTIES 105 Dancy. [Grimly] Well! I wanted to save your knowing. I'd promised a thousand. I had a letter from her father that morning, threatening to tell you. All the same, if that tyke hadn't jeered at me for parlour tricks!— But what's the good of all this now? [Sullenly] Well — ^it may cure you of loving me. Get over that, Mab; I never was worth it — ^and I'm done for ! Mabel. The woman — have you — since ? Danct. [Energetically] No! You supplanted her. But if you'd known I was leaving a woman for you, you'd never have married me. [He walks over to the hearth], Mabel too gets up. She presses her hands to her forehead, then walks blindly round to behind the sofa and stands looking straight in front of her. Mabel. [Coldly] What has happened, exactly? Danct. Sir Frederic chucked up the case. I've seen Twisden; they want me to run for it to Morocco. Mabel. To the war there? Danct. Yes. There's to be a warrant out. Mabel. A prosecution? Prison? Oh, go! Don't wait a minute ! Go ! Danct. Blast them ! Mabel. Oh, Ronny! Please! Please! Think what you'll want. I'll pack. Quick! No! Don't wait to take things. Have you got money? Danct. [Nodding] This'll be good-bye, then ! Mabel. [After a moment's struggle] Oh! No! No, no ! I'll follow — I'll come out to you there. 106 LOYALTIES act hi Danct. D'you mean you'll stick to me? Mabel. Of course I'll stick to you. Danct seizes her hand and jnda U to his lips. The bell rings. Mabel. [In terror] Who's that? The bell rings again. Danct moves towards the door. No! Let me/ She passes him and steals out to the outer door of the flat, where she stands listening. The bell rings again. She looks through the slit of the letter-box. While she is gone Danct stands quite still, tiU she comes back, Mabel. Through the letter-box — ^I can see It's— it's police. Oh! God! . . . Ronny! I can't bear it. Danct. Heads up, Mabl Don't show the brutes! Mabel. Whatever happens, I'll go on loving you. If it's prison — I'll wait. Do you understand? I don't care what you did — ^I don't care I I'm just the same. I will be just the same when you come back to me. Danct. [Shwly] That's not in human nature. Mabbl. It is. It's in me. Danct. I've crocked up your life. Mabel. No, no ! Kiss me ! A long kiss, till the beU again startles them apart, and there is a Umd knock. Danct. They'll break the door in. It's no good — we must open. Hold them in check a little. I want a minute or two. Bc. Ill LOYALTIES 107 Mabel. [Clasping him] Ronny! Oh, Ronny! It won't be for long — I'll be waiting ! I'll be waiting— I swear it. Danct. Steady, Mab ! [Putting her hack from him] Now! He opens the bedroom door, Left, and stands waiting for her to go. Summoning up her courage, she goes to open the outer door. A sudden change comes over Danct's face ; from being stony it grows almost maniacal. Danct. [Under his breath] No ! No I By God ! No ! He goes out into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Mabel has now opened the outer door, and disclosed Inspector Dede and the Younq Constable who were summoned to Meldon Court on the night of the theft, and have been wUnesses in the case. Their voices are heard. Mabel. Yes? Inspector. Captain Dancy in, madam? Mabel. I am not quite sure — ^I don't think so. Inspectob. I wish to speak to him a minute. Stay here, Grover. Now, madam! Mabel. Will you come in while I see? She comes in, followed by the Inspector. Inspector. I should think you must be sure, madam. This is not a big place. Mabel. He was changing his clothes to go out. I think he has gone. Inspector. What's that door? 108 LOYALTIES act hi Mabel. To our bedroom. Inspbctoh. [Moving towards it] He'll be in there, then. Mabel. What do you want, Inspector? Inspector. [Melting] Well, madam, it's no use disguising it. I'm exceedingly sorry, but I've a warrant for his arrest. Mabel. Inspector! Inspector. I'm sure I've every sympathy for you, madam; but I must carry out my instructions. Mabel. And break my heart? Inspector. Well, madam, we're — we're not allowed to take that into consideration. The Law's the Law. Mabel. Are you married? Inspector. I am. Mabel. If you — ^your wife The Inspector raises his hand, deprecating. [Speaking low] Just half an hour! Couldn't you? It's two lives — two whole lives! We've only been married four months. Come back in half an hour. It's such a little thing — ^nobody will know. Nobody. Won't you? Inspector. Now, madam — you must know my duty. Mabel. Inspector, I beseech you — ^just half an hour. Inspector. No, no — don't you try to undermine me— I'm sorry for you; but don't you try it! [He tries the handle, then knocks at the daw]. Danct's Voice. One minute ! Inspector. It's locked. [Sharply] Is there another door to that room? Come, now! The bdl rings. sc. Ill LOYALTIES 109 [Moving towards the door, Left; to the Constable] Who's that out there? Constable. A lady and gentleman, sir. Inspbctok. What lady and Stand by, Grover ! Danct's Voice. All right! You can come in now. There is the noise of a lock being turned. And almost immediately the sound of a pistol shot in the bedroom. Mabel rushes to the door, tears it open, and disappears within, followed by the Inspectoe, just as Mabgaeet Oeme and Colpoed come in from the passage, pursued by the Con- stable. They, too, all hurry to the bed- room door and disappear for a moment; then Colfoed and Maegaeet reappear, supporting Mabel, who faints as they lay her on the sofa. Colfoed takes from her hand an envelope, and tears it open. Colfoed. It's addressed to me. [He reads it aloud to Maegaeet in a low voice]. "Deae Colfoed, — ^This is the only decent thing I can do. It's too damned unfair to her. It's only another jump. A pistol keeps faith. Look after her. Golford — my love to her, and you." Maegaeet gives a sort of choking sob, then, seeing the smelling bottle, she snatches it up, and turns to revive Mabel. Colfoed. Leave her! The longer she's uncon- scious, the better. 110 LOYALTIES act hi Inspector. [Re-entering] This is a very serious business, sir. CoLFOED. [Sternly] Yes, Inspector; you've done for my best friend. Inspectoe. I, sir? He shot himself. GoLFOED. Hari-kari. Inspectoe. Beg pardon? GoLFOED. [He points with the letter to Mabel] For her sake, and his own. Inspectoe. [Putting ovt his hand] I'll want that, sir. GoLFOED. [Grimly] You shall have it read at the inquest. Till then — ^it's addressed to me, and I stick to it. Inspector. Very well, sir. Do you want to have a look at him? GoLFOED passes quickly into the bedroom, followed by the Inspectoe. Maegaeet remains kneding beside Mabel. GoLFOED comes quickly back. Maegaeet looks up at him. He stands very stiU. GoLFOED. Neatly — through the heart. Maegaeet [vnldly] Keeps faith! We've all done that. It's not enough. GoLFOED. [Looking down at Mabel] All right, old boy I The GuBTAiN /oWs.