WINSOR. All right.

TREISURE re-opens the door, and says "Come in, please." The
INSPECTOR enters, blue, formal, moustachioed, with a peaked cap in
his hand.

WINSOR. Good evening, Inspector. Sorry to have brought you out at this
time of night.

INSPECTOR. Good evenin', sir. Mr WINSOR? You're the owner here, I
think?

WINSOR. Yes. General Canynge.

INSPECTOR. Good evenin', General. I understand, a large sum of money?

WINSOR. Yes. Shall we go straight to the room it was taken from? One
of my guests, Mr De Levis. It's the third room on the left.

CANYNGE. 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.

INSPECTOR. Right, sir; I've brought a man with me.

They go out.


CURTAIN. And interval of a Minute.