The Silver Box

By

John Galsworthy
 The Silver Box

ACT I

SCENE I

The curtain rises on the BARTHWICK'S dining-room, large, modern, and well
furnished; the window curtains drawn. Electric light is burning. On the large round
dining-table is set out a tray with whisky, a syphon, and a silver cigarette-box. It is past
midnight. A fumbling is heard outside the door. It is opened suddenly; JACK
BARTHWICK seems to fall into the room. He stands holding by the door knob, staring
before him, with a beatific smile. He is in evening dress and opera hat, and carries in his
hand a sky-blue velvet lady's reticule. His boyish face is freshly coloured and clean-
shaven. An overcoat is hanging on his arm.

JACK. Hello! I've got home all ri[Defiantly.] Who says I sh'd never 've opened th' door
without 'sistance. [He staggers in, fumbling with the reticule. A lady's handkerchief and
purse of crimson silk fall out.] Serve her joll' well righteverything droppin' out. Th' cat. I
've scored her offI 've got her bag. [He swings the reticule.] Serves her joly' well right.
[He takes a cigarette out of the silver box and puts it in his mouth.] Never gave tha'
fellow anything! [He hunts through all his pockets and pulls a shilling out; it drops and
rolls away. He looks for it.] Beastly shilling! [He looks again.] Base ingratitude!
Absolutely nothing. [He laughs.] Mus' tell him I've got absolutely nothing.

[He lurches through the door and down a corridor, and presently returns, followed by
JONES, who is advanced in liquor. JONES, about thirty years of age, has hollow cheeks,
black circles round his eyes, and rusty clothes: He looks as though he might be
unemployed, and enters in a hang-dog manner.]

JACK. Sh! sh! sh! Don't you make a noise, whatever you do. Shu' the door, an' have a
drink. [Very solemnly.] You helped me to open the doorI 've got nothin, for you. This is
my house. My father's name's Barthwick; he's Member of ParliamentLiberal Member of
Parliament: I've told you that before. Have a drink! [He pours out whisky and drinks it
up.] I'm not drunk [Subsiding on a sofa.] Tha's all right. Wha's your name? My name's
Barthwick, so's my father's; I'm a Liberal toowha're you?

JONES. [In a thick, sardonic voice.] I'm a bloomin' Conservative. My name's Jones! My
wife works 'ere; she's the char; she works 'ere.

JACK. Jones? [He laughs.] There's 'nother Jones at College with me. I'm not a Socialist
myself; I'm a Liberalthere's velill difference, because of the principles of the LibLiberal
Party. We're all equal before the lawtha's rot, tha's silly. [Laughs.] Wha' was I about to
say? Give me some whisky.

[JONES gives him the whisky he desires, together with a squirt of syphon.]

Wha' I was goin' tell you wasI 've had a row with her. [He waves the reticule.] Have a
drink, Jonessh 'd never have got in without youtha 's why I 'm giving you a drink. Don'
care who knows I've scored her off. Th' cat! [He throws his feet up on the sofa.] Don' you
make a noise, whatever you do. You pour out a drinkyou make yourself good long, long
drinkyou take cigaretteyou take anything you like. Sh'd never have got in without you.
[Closing his eyes.] You're a Toryyou're a Tory Socialist. I'm Liberal myselfhave a drinkI
'm an excel'nt chap.

[His head drops back. He, smiling, falls asleep, and JONES stands looking at him; then,
snatching up JACK's glass, he drinks it off. He picks the reticule from off JACK'S shirt-
front, holds it to the light, and smells at it.]

JONES. Been on the tiles and brought 'ome some of yer cat's fur. [He stuffs it into
JACK's breast pocket.]

JACK. [Murmuring.] I 've scored you off! You cat!

[JONES looks around him furtively; he pours out whisky and drinks it. From the silver
box he takes a cigarette, puffs at it, and drinks more whisky. There is no sobriety left in
him.]

JONES. Fat lot o' things they've got 'ere! [He sees the crimson purse lying on the floor.]
More cat's fur. Puss, puss! [He fingers it, drops it on the tray, and looks at JACK.] Calf!
Fat calf! [He sees his own presentment in a mirror. Lifting his hands, with fingers
spread, he stares at it; then looks again at JACK, clenching his fist as if to batter in his
sleeping, smiling face. Suddenly he tilts the rest o f the whisky into the glass and drinks
it. With cunning glee he takes the silver box and purse and pockets them.] I 'll score you
off too, that 's wot I 'll do!

[He gives a little snarling laugh and lurches to the door. His shoulder rubs against the
switch; the light goes out. There is a sound as of a closing outer door.]

The curtain falls.

The curtain rises again at once.

 SCENE II

In the BARTHWICK'S dining-room. JACK is still asleep; the morning light is coming
through the curtains. The time is half-past eight. WHEELER, brisk person enters with a
dust-pan, and MRS. JONES more slowly with a scuttle.

WHEELER. [Drawing the curtains.] That precious husband of yours was round for you
after you'd gone yesterday, Mrs. Jones. Wanted your money for drink, I suppose. He
hangs about the corner here half the time. I saw him outside the "Goat and Bells" when I
went to the post last night. If I were you I would n't live with him. I would n't live with a
man that raised his hand to me. I wouldn't put up with it. Why don't you take your
children and leave him? If you put up with 'im it'll only make him worse. I never can see
why, because a man's married you, he should knock you about.

MRS. JONES. [Slim, dark-eyed, and dark-haired; oval-faced, and with a smooth, soft,
even voice; her manner patient, her way of talking quite impersonal; she wears a blue
linen dress, and boots with holes.] It was nearly two last night before he come home,
and he wasn't himself. He made me get up, and he knocked me about; he didn't seem to
know what he was saying or doing. Of course I would leave him, but I'm really afraid of
what he'd do to me. He 's such a violent man when he's not himself.

WHEELER. Why don't you get him locked up? You'll never have any peace until you get
him locked up. If I were you I'd go to the police court tomorrow. That's what I would do.

MRS. JONES. Of course I ought to go, because he does treat me so badly when he's not
himself. But you see, Bettina, he has a very hard timehe 's been out of work two months,
and it preys upon his mind. When he's in work he behaves himself much better. It's
when he's out of work that he's so violent.

WHEELER. Well, if you won't take any steps you 'll never get rid of him.

MRS. JONES. Of course it's very wearing to me; I don't get my sleep at nights. And it 's
not as if I were getting help from him, because I have to do for the children and all of us.
And he throws such dreadful things up at me, talks of my having men to follow me
about. Such a thing never happens; no man ever speaks to me. And of course, it's just
the other way. It's what he does that's wrong and makes me so unhappy. And then he 's
always threatenin' to cut my throat if I leave him. It's all the drink, and things preying on
his mind; he 's not a bad man really. Sometimes he'll speak quite kind to me, but I've
stood so much from him, I don't feel it in me to speak kind back, but just keep myself to
myself. And he's all right with the children too, except when he's not himself.
WHEELER. You mean when he's drunk, the beauty.

MRS. JONES. Yes. [Without change of voice] There's the young gentleman asleep on the
sofa.

[They both look silently at Jack.]

MRS. JONES. [At last, in her soft voice.] He does n't look quite himself.

WHEELER. He's a young limb, that's what he is. It 's my belief he was tipsy last night,
like your husband. It 's another kind of bein' out of work that sets him to drink. I 'll go
and tell Marlow. This is his job.

[She goes.] [Mrs. Jones, upon her knees, begins a gentle sweeping.]

JACK. [Waking.] Who's there? What is it?

MRS. JONES. It's me, sir, Mrs. Jones.

JACK. [Sitting up and looking round.] Where is itwhatwhat time is it?

MRS. JONES. It's getting on for nine o'clock, sir.

JACK. For nine! Whywhat! [Rising, and loosening his tongue; putting hands to his head,
and staring hard at Mrs. Jones.] Look here, you, Mrs.Mrs. Jonesdon't you say you
caught me asleep here.

MRS. JONES. No, sir, of course I won't sir.

JACK. It's quite an accident; I don't know how it happened. I must have forgotten to go
to bed. It's a queer thing. I 've got a most beastly headache. Mind you don't say anything,
Mrs. Jones.

[Goes out and passes MARLOW in the doorway. MARLOW is young and quiet; he is
cleanshaven, and his hair is brushed high from his forehead in a coxcomb. Incidentally a
butler, he is first a man. He looks at MRS. JONES, and smiles a private smile.]

MARLOW. Not the first time, and won't be the last. Looked a bit dicky, eh, Mrs. Jones?

MRS. JONES. He did n't look quite himself. Of course I did n't take notice.
MARLOW. You're used to them. How's your old man?

MRS. JONES. [Softly as throughout.] Well, he was very bad last night; he did n't seem to
know what he was about. He was very late, and he was most abusive. But now, of course,
he's asleep.

MARLOW. That's his way of finding a job, eh?

MRS. JONES. As a rule, Mr. Marlow, he goes out early every morning looking for work,
and sometimes he comes in fit to dropand of course I can't say he does n't try to get it,
because he does. Trade's very bad. [She stands quite still, her fan and brush before her,
at the beginning and the end of long vistas of experience, traversing them with her
impersonal eye.] But he's not a good husband to melast night he hit me, and he was so
dreadfully abusive.

MARLOW. Bank 'oliday, eh! He 's too fond of the "Goat and Bells," that's what's the
matter with him. I see him at the corner late every night. He hangs about.

MRS. JONES. He gets to feeling very low walking about all day after work, and being
refused so often, and then when he gets a drop in him it goes to his head. But he
shouldn't treat his wife as he treats me. Sometimes I 've had to go and walk about at
night, when he wouldn't let me stay in the room; but he's sorry for it afterwards. And he
hangs about after me, he waits for me in the street; and I don't think he ought to,
because I 've always been a good wife to him. And I tell him Mrs. Barthwick wouldn't
like him coming about the place. But that only makes him angry, and he says dreadful
things about the gentry. Of course it was through me that he first lost his place, through
his not treating me right; and that's made him bitter against the gentry. He had a very
good place as groom in the country; but it made such a stir, because of course he did n't
treat me right.

MARLOW. Got the sack?

MRS. JONES. Yes; his employer said he couldn't keep him, because there was a great
deal of talk; and he said it was such a bad example. But it's very important for me to
keep my work here; I have the three children, and I don't want him to come about after
me in the streets, and make a disturbance as he sometimes does.

MARLOW. [Holding up the empty decanter.] Not a drain! Next time he hits you get a
witness and go down to the court
MRS. JONES. Yes, I think I 've made up my mind. I think I ought to.

MARLOW. That's right. Where's the ciga?

[He searches for the silver box; he looks at MRS. JONES, who is sweeping on her hands
and knees; he checks himself and stands reflecting. From the tray he picks two half-
smoked cigarettes, and reads the name on them.]

Nestorwhere the deuce?

[With a meditative air he looks again at MRS. JONES, and, taking up JACK'S overcoat,
he searches in the pockets. WHEELER, with a tray of breakfast things, comes in.]

MARLOW. [Aside to WHEELER.] Have you seen the cigarette-box?

WHEELER. No.

MARLOW. Well, it's gone. I put it on the tray last night. And he's been smoking.
[Showing her the ends of cigarettes.] It's not in these pockets. He can't have taken it
upstairs this morning! Have a good look in his room when he comes down. Who's been
in here?

WHEELER. Only me and Mrs. Jones.

MRS. JONES. I 've finished here; shall I do the drawing-room now?

WHEELER. [Looking at her doubtfully.] Have you seenBetter do the boudwower first.

[MRS. JONES goes out with pan and brush. MARLOW and WHEELER look each other
in the face.]

MARLOW. It'll turn up.

WHEELER. [Hesitating.] You don't think she [Nodding at the door.]

MARLOW. [Stoutly.] I don'tI never believes anything of anybody.

WHEELER. But the master'll have to be told.

MARLOW. You wait a bit, and see if it don't turn up. Suspicion's no business of ours. I
set my mind against it.
The curtain falls.

The curtain rises again at once.

SCENE III

BARTHWICK and MRS. BARTHWICK are seated at the breakfast table. He is a man
between fifty and sixty; quietly important, with a bald forehead, and pince-nez, and the
"Times" in his hand. She is a lady of nearly fifty, well dressed, with greyish hair, good
features, and a decided manner. They face each other.

BARTHWICK. [From behind his paper.] The Labour man has got in at the by-election
for Barnside, my dear.

MRS. BARTHWICK. Another Labour? I can't think what on earth the country is about.

BARTHWICK. I predicted it. It's not a matter of vast importance.

MRS. BARTHWICK. Not? How can you take it so calmly, John? To me it's simply
outrageous. And there you sit, you Liberals, and pretend to encourage these people!

BARTHWICK. [Frowning.] The representation of all parties is necessary for any proper
reform, for any proper social policy.

MRS. BARTHWICK. I've no patience with your talk of reformall that nonsense about
social policy. We know perfectly well what it is they want; they want things for
themselves. Those Socialists and Labour men are an absolutely selfish set of people.
They have no sense of patriotism, like the upper classes; they simply want what we've
got.

BARTHWICK. Want what we've got! [He stares into space.] My dear, what are you
talking about? [With a contortion.] I 'm no alarmist.

MRS. BARTHWICK. Cream? Quite uneducated men! Wait until they begin to tax our
investments. I 'm convinced that when they once get a chance they will tax
everythingthey 've no feeling for the country. You Liberals and Conservatives, you 're all
alike; you don't see an inch before your noses. You've no imagination, not a scrap of
imagination between you. You ought to join hands and nip it in the bud.
BARTHWICK. You 're talking nonsense! How is it possible for Liberals and
Conservatives to join hands, as you call it? That shows how absurd it is for womenWhy,
the very essence of a Liberal is to trust in the people!

MRS. BARTHWICK. Now, John, eat your breakfast. As if there were any real difference
between you and the Conservatives. All the upper classes have the same interests to
protect, and the same principles. [Calmly.] Oh! you're sitting upon a volcano, John.

BARTHWICK. What!

MRS. BARTHWICK. I read a letter in the paper yesterday. I forget the man's name, but
it made the whole thing perfectly clear. You don't look things in the face.

BARTHWICK. Indeed! [Heavily.] I am a Liberal! Drop the subject, please!

MRS. BARTHWICK. Toast? I quite agree with what this man says: Education is simply
ruining the lower classes. It unsettles them, and that's the worst thing for us all. I see an
enormous difference in the manner of servants.

BARTHWICK, [With suspicious emphasis.] I welcome any change that will lead to
something better. [He opens a letter.] H'm! This is that affair of Master Jack's again.
"High Street, Oxford. Sir, We have received Mr. John Barthwick, Senior's, draft for forty
pounds!" Oh! the letter's to him! "We now enclose the cheque you cashed with us,
which, as we stated in our previous letter, was not met on presentation at your bank. We
are, Sir, yours obediently, Moss and Sons, Tailors." H 'm! [Staring at the cheque.] A
pretty business altogether! The boy might have been prosecuted.

MRS. BARTHWICK. Come, John, you know Jack did n't mean anything; he only
thought he was overdrawing. I still think his bank ought to have cashed that cheque.
They must know your position.

BARTHWICK. [Replacing in the envelope the letter and the cheque.] Much good that
would have done him in a court of law.

[He stops as JACK comes in, fastening his waistcoat and staunching a razor cut upon his
chin.]

JACK. [Sitting down between them, and speaking with an artificial joviality.] Sorry I 'm
late. [He looks lugubriously at the dishes.] Tea, please, mother. Any letters for me?
[BARTHWICK hands the letter to him.] But look here, I say, this has been opened! I do
wish you would n't
BARTHWICK. [Touching the envelope.] I suppose I 'm entitled to this name.

JACK. [Sulkily.] Well, I can't help having your name, father! [He reads the letter, and
mutters.] Brutes!

BARTHWICK. [Eyeing him.] You don't deserve to be so well out of that.

JACK. Haven't you ragged me enough, dad?

MRS. BARTHWICK. Yes, John, let Jack have his breakfast.

BARTHWICK. If you hadn't had me to come to, where would you have been? It's the
merest accidentsuppose you had been the son of a poor man or a clerk. Obtaining
money with a cheque you knew your bank could not meet. It might have ruined you for
life. I can't see what's to become of you if these are your principles. I never did anything
of the sort myself.

JACK. I expect you always had lots of money. If you've got plenty of money, of course

BARTHWICK. On the contrary, I had not your advantages. My father kept me very short
of money.

JACK. How much had you, dad?

BARTHWICK. It's not material. The question is, do you feel the gravity of what you did?

JACK. I don't know about the gravity. Of course, I 'm very sorry if you think it was
wrong. Have n't I said so! I should never have done it at all if I had n't been so jolly hard
up.

BARTHWICK. How much of that forty pounds have you got left, Jack?

JACK. [Hesitating.] I don't knownot much.

BARTHWICK. How much?

JACK. [Desperately.] I have n't got any.

BARTHWICK. What?
JACK. I know I 've got the most beastly headache.

[He leans his head on his hand.]

MRS. BARTHWICK. Headache? My dear boy! Can't you eat any breakfast?

JACK. [Drawing in his breath.] Too jolly bad!

MRS. BARTHWICK. I'm so sorry. Come with me; dear; I'll give you something that will
take it away at once.

[They leave the room; and BARTHWICK, tearing up the letter, goes to the fireplace and
puts the pieces in the fire. While he is doing this MARLOW comes in, and looking round
him, is about quietly to withdraw.]

BARTHWICK. What's that? What d 'you want?

MARLOW. I was looking for Mr. John, sir.

BARTHWICK. What d' you want Mr. John for?

MARLOW. [With hesitation.] I thought I should find him here, sir.

BARTHWICK. [Suspiciously.] Yes, but what do you want him for?

MARLOW. [Offhandedly.] There's a lady calledasked to speak to him for a minute, sir.

BARTHWICK. A lady, at this time in the morning. What sort of a lady?

MARLOW. [Without expression in his voice.] I can't tell, sir; no particular sort. She
might be after charity. She might be a Sister of Mercy, I should think, sir.

BARTHWICK. Is she dressed like one?

MARLOW. No, sir, she's in plain clothes, sir.

BARTHWICK. Did n't she say what she wanted?

MARLOW. No sir.

BARTHWICK. Where did you leave her?

MARLOW. In the hall, sir.

BARTHWICK. In the hall? How do you know she's not a thiefnot got designs on the
house?

MARLOW. No, sir, I don't fancy so, sir.

BARTHWICK. Well, show her in here; I'll see her myself.

[MARLOW goes out with a private gesture of dismay. He soon returns, ushering in a
young pale lady with dark eyes and pretty figure, in a modish, black, but rather shabby
dress, a black and white trimmed hat with a bunch of Parma violets wrongly placed, and
fuzzy-spotted veil. At the Sight of MR. BARTHWICK she exhibits every sign of
nervousness. MARLOW goes out.]

UNKNOWN LADY. Oh! butI beg pardon there's some mistakeI [She turns to fly.]

BARTHWICK. Whom did you want to see, madam?

UNKNOWN. [Stopping and looking back.] It was Mr. John Barthwick I wanted to see.

BARTHWICK. I am John Barthwick, madam. What can I have the pleasure of doing for
you?

UNKNOWN. Oh! II don't [She drops her eyes. BARTHWICK scrutinises her, and purses
his lips.]

BARTHWICK. It was my son, perhaps, you wished to see?

UNKNOWN. [Quickly.] Yes, of course, it's your son.

BARTHWICK. May I ask whom I have the pleasure of speaking to?

UNKNOWN. [Appeal and hardiness upon her face.] My name isoh! it does n't matterI
don't want to make any fuss. I just want to see your son for a minute. [Boldly.] In fact, I
must see him.

BARTHWICK. [Controlling his uneasiness.] My son is not very well. If necessary, no

doubt I could attend to the matter; be so kind as to let me know
UNKNOWN. Oh! but I must see himI 've come on purpose[She bursts out nervously.] I
don't want to make any fuss, but the fact is, lastlast night your son took awayhe took
away my [She stops.]

BARTHWICK. [Severely.] Yes, madam, what?

UNKNOWN. He took away mymy reticule.

BARTHWICK. Your reti?

UNKNOWN. I don't care about the reticule; it's not that I wantI 'm sure I don't want to
make any fuss[her face is quivering]but butall my money was in it!

BARTHWICK. In whatin what?

UNKNOWN. In my purse, in the reticule. It was a crimson silk purse. Really, I wouldn't
have comeI don't want to make any fuss. But I must get my money backmustn't I?

BARTHWICK. Do you tell me that my son?

UNKNOWN. Oh! well, you see, he was n't quite I mean he was

[She smiles mesmerically.]

BARTHWICK. I beg your pardon.

UNKNOWN. [Stamping her foot.] Oh! don't you seetipsy! We had a quarrel.

BARTHWICK. [Scandalised.] How? Where?

UNKNOWN. [Defiantly.] At my place. We'd had supper at theand your son

BARTHWICK. [Pressing the bell.] May I ask how you knew this house? Did he give you
his name and address?

UNKNOWN. [Glancing sidelong.] I got it out of his overcoat.

BARTHWICK. [Sardonically.] Oh! you got it out of his overcoat. And may I ask if my son
will know you by daylight?

UNKNOWN. Know me? I should jollyI mean, of course he will! [MARLOW comes in.]
BARTHWICK. Ask Mr. John to come down.

[MARLOW goes out, and BARTHWICK walks uneasily about.]

And how long have you enjoyed his acquaintanceship?

UNKNOWN. Only sinceonly since Good Friday.

BARTHWICK. I am at a lossI repeat I am at a

[He glances at this unknown lady, who stands with eyes cast down, twisting her hands
And suddenly Jack appears. He stops on seeing who is here, and the unknown lady
hysterically giggles. There is a silence.]

BARTHWICK. [Portentously.] This youngerlady says that last nightI think you said last
night madamyou took away

UNKNOWN. [Impulsively.] My reticule, and all my money was in a crimson silk purse.

JACK. Reticule. [Looking round for any chance to get away.] I don't know anything
about it.

BARTHWICK. [Sharply.] Come, do you deny seeing this young lady last night?

JACK. Deny? No, of course. [Whispering.] Why did you give me away like this? What on
earth did you come here for?

UNKNOWN. [Tearfully.] I'm sure I didn't want toit's not likely, is it? You snatched it out
of my handyou know you didand the purse had all my money in it. I did n't follow you
last night because I did n't want to make a fuss and it was so late, and you were so

BARTHWICK. Come, sir, don't turn your back on meexplain!

JACK. [Desperately.] I don't remember anything about it. [In a low voice to his friend.]
Why on earth could n't you have written?

UNKNOWN. [Sullenly.] I want it now; I must have, itI 've got to pay my rent to-day.
[She looks at BARTHWICK.] They're only too glad to jump on people who are notnot
well off.
JACK. I don't remember anything about it, really. I don't remember anything about last
night at all. [He puts his hand up to his head.] It's allcloudy, and I 've got such a beastly
headache.

UNKNOWN. But you took it; you know you did. You said you'd score me off.

JACK. Well, then, it must be here. I remember nowI remember something. Why did I
take the beastly thing?

BARTHWICK. Yes, why did you take the beastly[He turns abruptly to the window.]

UNKNOWN. [With her mesmeric smile.] You were n't quite were you?

JACK. [Smiling pallidly.] I'm awfully sorry. If there's anything I can do

BARTHWICK. Do? You can restore this property, I suppose.

JACK. I'll go and have a look, but I really don't think I 've got it.

[He goes out hurriedly. And BARTHWICK, placing a chair, motions to the visitor to sit;
then, with pursed lips, he stands and eyes her fixedly. She sits, and steals a look at him;
then turns away, and, drawing up her veil, stealthily wipes her eyes. And Jack comes
back.]

JACK. [Ruefully holding out the empty reticule.] Is that the thing? I 've looked all overI
can't find the purse anywhere. Are you sure it was there?

UNKNOWN. [Tearfully.] Sure? Of course I'm sure. A crimson silk purse. It was all the
money I had.

JACK. I really am awfully sorrymy head's so jolly bad. I 've asked the butler, but he has
n't seen it.

UNKNOWN. I must have my money

JACK. Oh! Of coursethat'll be all right; I'll see that that's all right. How much?

UNKNOWN. [Sullenly.] Seven pounds-twelveit's all I 've got in the world.

JACK. That'll be all right; I'llsend you a cheque.

UNKNOWN. [Eagerly.] No; now, please. Give me what was in my purse; I've got to pay
my rent this morning. They won't' give me another day; I'm a fortnight behind already.

JACK. [Blankly.] I'm awfully sorry; I really have n't a penny in my pocket.

[He glances stealthily at BARTHWICK.]

UNKNOWN. [Excitedly.] Come I say you mustit's my money, and you took it. I 'm not
going away without it. They 'll turn me out of my place.

JACK. [Clasping his head.] But I can't give you what I have n't got. Don't I tell you I have
n't a beastly cent.

UNKNOWN. [Tearing at her handkerchief.] Oh! do give it me! [She puts her hands
together in appeal; then, with sudden fierceness.] If you don't I'll summons you. It's
stealing, that's what it is!

BARTHWICK. [Uneasily.] One moment, please. As a matter of-er principle, I shall settle
this claim. [He produces money.] Here is eight pounds; the extra will cover the value of
the purse and your cab fares. I need make no commentno thanks are necessary.

[Touching the bell, he holds the door ajar in silence. The unknown lady stores the
money in her reticule, she looks from JACK to BARTHWICK, and her face is quivering
faintly with a smile. She hides it with her hand, and steals away. Behind her
BARTHWICK shuts the door.]

BARTHWICK. [With solemnity.] H'm! This is nice thing to happen!

JACK. [Impersonally.] What awful luck!

BARTHWICK. So this is the way that forty pounds has gone! One thing after another!
Once more I should like to know where you 'd have been if it had n't been for me! You
don't seem to have any principles. Youyou're one of those who are a nuisance to society;
youyou're dangerous! What your mother would say I don't know. Your conduct, as far as
I can see, is absolutely unjustifiable. It'sit's criminal. Why, a poor man who behaved as
you've done d' you think he'd have any mercy shown him? What you want is a good
lesson. You and your sort are[he speaks with feeling]a nuisance to the community. Don't
ask me to help you next time. You're not fit to be helped.
JACK. [Turning upon his sire, with unexpected fierceness.] All right, I won't then, and
see how you like it. You would n't have helped me this time, I know, if you had n't been
scared the thing would get into the papers. Where are the cigarettes?

BARTHWICK. [Regarding him uneasily.] Well I 'll say no more about it. [He rings the
bell.] I 'll pass it over for this once, but [MARLOW Comes in.] You can clear away.

[He hides his face behind the "Times."]

JACK. [Brightening.] I say, Marlow, where are the cigarettes?

MARLOW. I put the box out with the whisky last night, sir, but this morning I can't find
it anywhere.

JACK. Did you look in my room?

MARLOW. Yes, sir; I've looked all over the house. I found two Nestor ends in the tray
this morning, so you must have been smokin' last night, sir. [Hesitating.] I 'm really
afraid some one's purloined the box.

JACK. [Uneasily.] Stolen it!

BARTHWICK. What's that? The cigarette-box! Is anything else missing?

MARLOW. No, sir; I 've been through the plate.

BARTHWICK. Was the house all right this morning? None of the windows open?

MARLOW. No, sir. [Quietly to JACK.] You left your latch-key in the door last night, sir.

[He hands it back, unseen by BARTHWICK]

JACK. Tst!

BARTHWICK. Who's been in the room this morning?

MARLOW. Me and Wheeler, and Mrs. Jones is all, sir, as far as I know.

BARTHWICK. Have you asked Mrs. Barthwick?

[To JACK.] Go and ask your mother if she's had it; ask her to look and see if she's missed
anything else.

[JACK goes upon this mission.]

Nothing is more disquieting than losing things like this.

MARLOW. No, sir.

BARTHWICK. Have you any suspicions?

MARLOW, No, sir.

BARTHWICK. This Mrs. Joneshow long has she been working here?

MARLOW. Only this last month, sir.

BARTHWICK. What sort of person?

MARLOW. I don't know much about her, sir; seems a very quiet, respectable woman.

BARTHWICK. Who did the room this morning?

MARLOW. Wheeler and Mrs. Jones, Sir.

BARTHWICK. [With his forefinger upraised.] Now, was this Mrs. Jones in the room
alone at any time?

MARLOW. [Expressionless.] Yes, Sir.

BARTHWICK. How do you know that?

MARLOW. [Reluctantly.] I found her here, sir.

BARTHWICK. And has Wheeler been in the room alone?

MARLOW. No, sir, she's not, sir. I should say, sir, that Mrs. Jones seems a very honest

BARTHWICK. [Holding up his hand.] I want to know this: Has this Mrs. Jones been
here the whole morning?
MARLOW. Yes, sirno, sirshe stepped over to the greengrocer's for cook.

BARTHWICK. H'm! Is she in the house now?

MARLOW. Yes, Sir.

BARTHWICK. Very good. I shall make a point of clearing this up. On principle I shall
make a point of fixing the responsibility; it goes to the foundations of security. In all
your interests

MARLOW. Yes, Sir.

BARTHWICK. What sort of circumstances is this Mrs. Jones in? Is her husband in
work?

MARLOW. I believe not, sir.

BARTHWICK. Very well. Say nothing about it to any one. Tell Wheeler not to speak of it,
and ask Mrs. Jones to step up here.

MARLOW. Very good, sir.

[MARLOW goes out, his face concerned; and BARTHWICK stays, his face judicial and a
little pleased, as befits a man conducting an inquiry. MRS. BARTHWICK and hey son
come in.]

BARTHWICK. Well, my dear, you've not seen it, I suppose?

MRS. BARTHWICK. No. But what an extraordinary thing, John! Marlow, of course, is
out of the question. I 'm certain none of the maids as for cook!

BARTHWICK. Oh, cook!

MRS. BARTHWICK. Of course! It's perfectly detestable to me to suspect anybody.

BARTHWICK. It is not a question of one's feelings. It's a question of justice. On

principle

MRS. BARTHWICK. I should n't be a bit surprised if the charwoman knew something
about it. It was Laura who recommended her.
BARTHWICK. [Judicially.] I am going to have Mrs. Jones up. Leave it to me;
anderremember that nobody is guilty until they're proved so. I shall be careful. I have no
intention of frightening her; I shall give her every chance. I hear she's in poor
circumstances. If we are not able to do much for them we are bound to have the greatest
sympathy with the poor. [MRS. JONES comes in.] [Pleasantly.] Oh! good morning, Mrs.
Jones.

MRS. JONES. [Soft, and even, unemphatic.] Good morning, sir! Good morning, ma'am!

BARTHWICK. About your husbandhe's not in work, I hear?

MRS. JONES. No, sir; of course he's not in work just now.

BARTHWICK. Then I suppose he's earning nothing.

MRS. JONES. No, sir, he's not earning anything just now, sir.

BARTHWICK. And how many children have you?

MRS. JONES. Three children; but of course they don't eat very much sir. [A little
silence.]

BARTHWICK. And how old is the eldest?

MRS. JONES. Nine years old, sir.

BARTHWICK. Do they go to school?

MRS. JONES, Yes, sir, they all three go to school every day.

BARTHWICK. [Severely.] And what about their food when you're out at work?

MRS. JONES. Well, Sir, I have to give them their dinner to take with them. Of course I
'm not always able to give them anything; sometimes I have to send them without; but
my husband is very good about the children when he's in work. But when he's not in
work of course he's a very difficult man.

BARTHWICK. He drinks, I suppose?

MRS. JONES. Yes, Sir. Of course I can't say he does n't drink, because he does.
BARTHWICK. And I suppose he takes all your money?

MRS. JONES. No, sir, he's very good about my money, except when he's not himself,
and then, of course, he treats me very badly.

BARTHWICK. Now what is heyour husband?

MRS. JONES. By profession, sir, of course he's a groom.

BARTHWICK. A groom! How came he to lose his place?

MRS. JONES. He lost his place a long time ago, sir, and he's never had a very long job
since; and now, of course, the motor-cars are against him.

BARTHWICK. When were you married to him, Mrs. Jones?

MRS. JONES. Eight years ago, sir that was in

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Sharply.] Eight? You said the eldest child was nine.

MRS. JONES. Yes, ma'am; of course that was why he lost his place. He did n't treat me
rightly, and of course his employer said he couldn't keep him because of the example.

BARTHWICK. You mean heahem

MRS. JONES. Yes, sir; and of course after he lost his place he married me.

MRS. BARTHWICK. You actually mean to say youyou were

BARTHWICK. My dear

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Indignantly.] How disgraceful!

BARTHWICK. [Hurriedly.] And where are you living now, Mrs. Jones?

MRS. JONES. We've not got a home, sir. Of course we've been obliged to put away most
of our things.

BARTHWICK. Put your things away! You mean totoerto pawn them?
MRS. JONES. Yes, sir, to put them away. We're living in Merthyr Streetthat is close by
here, sirat No. 34. We just have the one room.

BARTHWICK. And what do you pay a week?

MRS. JONES. We pay six shillings a week, sir, for a furnished room.

BARTHWICK. And I suppose you're behind in the rent?

MRS. JONES. Yes, sir, we're a little behind in the rent.

BARTHWICK. But you're in good work, aren't you?

MRS. JONES. Well, Sir, I have a day in Stamford Place Thursdays. And Mondays and
Wednesdays and Fridays I come here. But to-day, of course, is a half-day, because of
yesterday's Bank Holiday.

BARTHWICK. I see; four days a week, and you get half a crown a day, is that it?

MRS. JONES. Yes, sir, and my dinner; but sometimes it's only half a day, and that's
eighteen pence.

BARTHWICK. And when your husband earns anything he spends it in drink, I suppose?

MRS. JONES. Sometimes he does, sir, and sometimes he gives it to me for the children.
Of course he would work if he could get it, sir, but it seems there are a great many people
out of work.

BARTHWICK. Ah! Yes. Weerwon't go into that. [Sympathetically.] And how about your
work here? Do you find it hard?

MRS. JONES. Oh! no, sir, not very hard, sir; except of course, when I don't get my sleep
at night.

BARTHWICK. Ah! And you help do all the rooms? And sometimes, I suppose, you go
out for cook?

MRS. JONES. Yes, Sir.

BARTHWICK. And you 've been out this morning?

MRS. JONES. Yes, sir, of course I had to go to the greengrocer's.

BARTHWICK. Exactly. So your husband earns nothing? And he's a bad character.

MRS. JONES. No, Sir, I don't say that, sir. I think there's a great deal of good in him;
though he does treat me very bad sometimes. And of course I don't like to leave him, but
I think I ought to, because really I hardly know how to stay with him. He often raises his
hand to me. Not long ago he gave me a blow here [touches her breast] and I can feel it
now. So I think I ought to leave him, don't you, sir?

BARTHWICK. Ah! I can't help you there. It's a very serious thing to leave your husband.
Very serious thing.

MRS. JONES. Yes, sir, of course I 'm afraid of what he might do to me if I were to leave
him; he can be so very violent.

BARTHWICK. H'm! Well, that I can't pretend to say anything about. It's the bad
principle I'm speaking of

MRS. JONES. Yes, Sir; I know nobody can help me. I know I must decide for myself,
and of course I know that he has a very hard life. And he's fond of the children, and its
very hard for him to see them going without food.

BARTHWICK. [Hastily.] Wellerthank you, I just wanted to hear about you. I don't think
I need detain you any longer, Mrs. Jones.

MRS. JONES. No, sir, thank you, sir.

BARTHWICK. Good morning, then.

MRS. JONES. Good morning, sir; good morning, ma'am.

BARTHWICK. [Exchanging glances with his wife.] By the way, Mrs. JonesI think it is
only fair to tell you, a silver cigarette-box eris missing.

MRS. JONES. [Looking from one face to the other.] I am very sorry, sir.

BARTHWICK. Yes; you have not seen it, I suppose?

MRS. JONES. [Realising that suspicion is upon her; with an uneasy movement.] Where
was it, sir; if you please, sir?
BARTHWICK. [Evasively.] Where did Marlow say? Erin this room, yes, in this room.

MRS. JONES. No, Sir, I have n't seen itof course if I 'd seen it I should have noticed it.

BARTHWICK. [Giving hey a rapid glance.] Youyou are sure of that?

MRS. JONES. [Impassively.] Yes, Sir. [With a slow nodding of her head.] I have not seen
it, and of course I don't know where it is.

[She turns and goes quietly out.]

BARTHWICK. H'm!

[The three BARTHWICKS avoid each other's glances.]

The curtain falls.

 ACT II

SCENE I

The JONES's lodgings, Merthyr Street, at half-past two o'clock. The bare room, with
tattered oilcloth and damp, distempered walls, has an air of tidy wretchedness. On the
bed lies JONES, half-dressed; his coat is thrown across his feet, and muddy boots are
lying on the floor close by. He is asleep. The door is opened and MRS. JONES comes in,
dressed in a pinched black jacket and old black sailor hat; she carries a parcel wrapped
up in the "Times." She puts her parcel down, unwraps an apron, half a loaf, two onions,
three potatoes, and a tiny piece of bacon. Taking a teapot from the cupboard, she rinses
it, shakes into it some powdered tea out of a screw of paper, puts it on the hearth, and
sitting in a wooden chair quietly begins to cry.

JONES. [Stirring and yawning.] That you? What's the time?

MRS. JONES. [Drying her eyes, and in her usual voice.] Half-past two.

JONES. What you back so soon for?

MRS. JONES. I only had the half day to-day, Jem.

JONES. [On his back, and in a drowsy voice.] Got anything for dinner?

MRS. JONES. Mrs. BARTHWICK's cook gave me a little bit of bacon. I'm going to make
a stew. [She prepares for cooking.] There's fourteen shillings owing for rent, James, and
of course I 've only got two and fourpence. They'll be coming for it to-day.

JONES. [Turning towards her on his elbow.] Let 'em come and find my surprise packet.
I've had enough o' this tryin' for work. Why should I go round and round after a job like
a bloomin' squirrel in a cage. "Give us a job, sir""Take a man on""Got a wife and three
children." Sick of it I am! I 'd sooner lie here and rot. "Jones, you come and join the
demonstration; come and 'old a flag, and listen to the ruddy orators, and go 'ome as
empty as you came." There's some that seems to like thatthe sheep! When I go seekin'
for a job now, and see the brutes lookin' me up an' down, it's like a thousand serpents in
me. I 'm not arskin' for any treat. A man wants to sweat hisself silly and not allowed
that's a rum start, ain't it? A man wants to sweat his soul out to keep the breath in him
and ain't allowedthat's justice that's freedom and all the rest of it! [He turns his face
towards the wall.] You're so milky mild; you don't know what goes on inside o' me. I'm
done with the silly game. If they want me, let 'em come for me!
[MRS. JONES stops cooking and stands unmoving at the table.]

I've tried and done with it, I tell you. I've never been afraid of what 's before me. You
mark my wordsif you think they've broke my spirit, you're mistook. I 'll lie and rot
sooner than arsk 'em again. What makes you stand like thatyou long-sufferin', Gawd-
forsaken imagethat's why I can't keep my hands off you. So now you know. Work! You
can work, but you have n't the spirit of a louse!

MRS. JONES. [Quietly.] You talk more wild sometimes when you're yourself, James,
than when you 're not. If you don't get work, how are we to go on? They won't let us stay
here; they're looking to their money to-day, I know.

JONES. I see this BARTHWICK o' yours every day goin' down to Pawlyment snug and
comfortable to talk his silly soul out; an' I see that young calf, his son, swellin' it about,
and goin' on the razzle-dazzle. Wot 'ave they done that makes 'em any better than wot I
am? They never did a day's work in their lives. I see 'em day after day.

MRS. JONES. And I wish you wouldn't come after me like that, and hang about the
house. You don't seem able to keep away at all, and whatever you do it for I can't think,
because of course they notice it.

JONES. I suppose I may go where I like. Where may I go? The other day I went to a
place in the Edgware Road. "Gov'nor," I says to the boss, "take me on," I says. "I 'aven't
done a stroke o' work not these two months; it takes the heart out of a man," I says; "I 'm
one to work; I 'm not afraid of anything you can give me!" "My good man," 'e says, "I 've
had thirty of you here this morning. I took the first two," he says, "and that's all I want."
"Thank you, then rot the world!" I says. "Blasphemin'," he says, "is not the way to get a
job. Out you go, my lad!" [He laughs sardonically.] Don't you raise your voice because
you're starvin'; don't yer even think of it; take it lyin' down! Take it like a sensible man,
carn't you? And a little way down the street a lady says to me: [Pinching his voice] "D'
you want to earn a few pence, my man?" and gives me her dog to 'old outside a shop-fat
as a butler 'e wastons o' meat had gone to the makin' of him. It did 'er good, it did, made
'er feel 'erself that charitable, but I see 'er lookin' at the copper standin' alongside o' me,
for fear I should make off with 'er bloomin' fat dog. [He sits on the edge of the bed and
puts a boot on. Then looking up.] What's in that head o' yours? [Almost pathetically.]
Carn't you speak for once?

[There is a knock, and MRS. SEDDON, the landlady, appears, an anxious, harassed,
shabby woman in working clothes.]
MRS. SEDDON. I thought I 'eard you come in, Mrs. Jones. I 've spoke to my 'usband,
but he says he really can't afford to wait another day.

JONES. [With scowling jocularity.] Never you mind what your 'usband says, you go your
own way like a proper independent woman. Here, jenny, chuck her that.

[Producing a sovereign from his trousers pocket, he throws it to his wife, who catches it
in her apron with a gasp. JONES resumes the lacing of his boots.]

MRS. JONES. [Rubbing the sovereign stealthily.] I'm very sorry we're so late with it, and
of course it's fourteen shillings, so if you've got six that will be right.

[MRS. SEDDON takes the sovereign and fumbles for the change.]

JONES. [With his eyes fixed on his boots.] Bit of a surprise for yer, ain't it?

MRS. SEDDON. Thank you, and I'm sure I'm very much obliged. [She does indeed
appear surprised.] I 'll bring you the change.

JONES. [Mockingly.] Don't mention it.

MRS. SEDDON. Thank you, and I'm sure I'm very much obliged. [She slides away.]

[MRS. JONES gazes at JONES who is still lacing up his boots.]

JONES. I 've had a bit of luck. [Pulling out the crimson purse and some loose coins.]
Picked up a purseseven pound and more.

MRS. JONES. Oh, James!

JONES. Oh, James! What about Oh, James! I picked it up I tell you. This is lost
property, this is!

MRS. JONES. But is n't there a name in it, or something?

JONES. Name? No, there ain't no name. This don't belong to such as 'ave visitin' cards.
This belongs to a perfec' lidy. Tike an' smell it. [He pitches her the purse, which she puts
gently to her nose.] Now, you tell me what I ought to have done. You tell me that. You
can always tell me what I ought to ha' done, can't yer?
MRS. JONES. [Laying down the purse.] I can't say what you ought to have done, James.
Of course the money was n't yours; you've taken somebody else's money.

JONES. Finding's keeping. I 'll take it as wages for the time I 've gone about the streets
asking for what's my rights. I'll take it for what's overdue, d' ye hear? [With strange
triumph.] I've got money in my pocket, my girl.

[MRS. JONES goes on again with the preparation of the meal, JONES looking at her
furtively.]

Money in my pocket! And I 'm not goin' to waste it. With this 'ere money I'm goin' to
Canada. I'll let you have a pound.

[A silence.]

You've often talked of leavin' me. You 've often told me I treat you badlywell I 'ope you 'll
be glad when I 'm gone.

MRS. JONES. [Impassively.] You have, treated me very badly, James, and of course I
can't prevent your going; but I can't tell whether I shall be glad when you're gone.

JONES. It'll change my luck. I 've 'ad nothing but bad luck since I first took up with you.
[More softly.] And you've 'ad no bloomin' picnic.

MRS. JONES. Of course it would have been better for us if we had never met. We were
n't meant for each other. But you're set against me, that's what you are, and you have
been for a long time. And you treat me so badly, James, going after that Rosie and all.
You don't ever seem to think of the children that I 've had to bring into the world, and of
all the trouble I 've had to keep them, and what 'll become of them when you're gone.

JONES. [Crossing the room gloomily.] If you think I want to leave the little beggars
you're bloomin' well mistaken.

MRS. JONES. Of course I know you're fond of them.

JONES. [Fingering the purse, half angrily.] Well, then, you stow it, old girl. The kids 'll
get along better with you than when I 'm here. If I 'd ha' known as much as I do now, I 'd
never ha' had one o' them. What's the use o' bringin' 'em into a state o' things like this?
It's a crime, that's what it is; but you find it out too late; that's what's the matter with
this 'ere world.
[He puts the purse back in his pocket.]

MRS. JONES. Of course it would have been better for them, poor little things; but
they're your own children, and I wonder at you talkin' like that. I should miss them
dreadfully if I was to lose them.

JONES. [Sullenly.] An' you ain't the only one. If I make money out there[Looking up, he
sees her shaking out his coatin a changed voice.] Leave that coat alone!

[The silver box drops from the pocket, scattering the cigarettes upon the bed. Taking up
the box she stares at it; he rushes at her and snatches the box away.]

MRS. JONES. [Cowering back against the bed.] Oh, Jem! oh, Jem!

JONES. [Dropping the box onto the table.] You mind what you're sayin'! When I go out I
'll take and chuck it in the water along with that there purse. I 'ad it when I was in liquor,
and for what you do when you 're in liquor you're not responsible-and that's Gawd's
truth as you ought to know. I don't want the thingI won't have it. I took it out o' spite. I
'm no thief, I tell you; and don't you call me one, or it'll be the worse for you.

MRS. JONES. [Twisting her apron strings.] It's Mr. Barthwick's! You've taken away my
reputation. Oh, Jem, whatever made you?

JONES. What d' you mean?

MRS. JONES. It's been missed; they think it's me. Oh! whatever made you do it, Jem?

JONES. I tell you I was in liquor. I don't want it; what's the good of it to me? If I were to
pawn it they'd only nab me. I 'm no thief. I 'm no worse than wot that young Barthwick
is; he brought 'ome that purse that I picked upa lady's purse'ad it off 'er in a row, kept
sayin' 'e 'd scored 'er off. Well, I scored 'im off. Tight as an owl 'e was! And d' you think
anything'll happen to him?

MRS. JONES. [As though speaking to herself.] Oh, Jem! it's the bread out of our
mouths!

JONES. Is it then? I'll make it hot for 'em yet. What about that purse? What about young
BARTHWICK?

[MRS. JONES comes forward to the table and tries to take the box; JONES prevents
her.] What do you want with that? You drop it, I say!
MRS. JONES. I 'll take it back and tell them all about it. [She attempts to wrest the box
from him.]

JONES. Ah, would yer?

[He drops the box, and rushes on her with a snarl. She slips back past the bed. He
follows; a chair is overturned. The door is opened; Snow comes in, a detective in plain
clothes and bowler hat, with clipped moustaches. JONES drops his arms, MRS. JONES
stands by the window gasping; SNOW, advancing swiftly to the table, puts his hand on
the silver box.]

SNOW. Doin' a bit o' skylarkin'? Fancy this is what I 'm after. J. B., the very same. [He
gets back to the door, scrutinising the crest and cypher on the box. To MRS. JONES.]
I'm a police officer. Are you Mrs. Jones?

MRS. JONES. Yes, Sir.

SNOW. My instructions are to take you on a charge of stealing this box from J.
BARTHWICK, Esquire, M.P., of 6, Rockingham Gate. Anything you say may be used
against you. Well, Missis?

MRS. JONES. [In her quiet voice, still out of breath, her hand upon her breast.] Of
course I did not take it, sir. I never have taken anything that did n't belong to me; and of
course I know nothing about it.

SNOW. You were at the house this morning; you did the room in which the box was left;
you were alone in the room. I find the box 'ere. You say you did n't take it?

MRS. JONES. Yes, sir, of course I say I did not take it, because I did not.

SNOW. Then how does the box come to be here?

MRS. JONES. I would rather not say anything about it.

SNOW. Is this your husband?

MRS. JONES. Yes, sir, this is my husband, sir.

SNOW. Do you wish to say anything before I take her?

[JONES remains silent, with his head bend down.]

Well then, Missis. I 'll just trouble you to come along with me quietly.

MRS. JONES. [Twisting her hands.] Of course I would n't say I had n't taken it if I
hadand I did n't take it, indeed I did n't. Of course I know appearances are against me,
and I can't tell you what really happened: But my children are at school, and they'll be
coming homeand I don't know what they'll do without me.

SNOW. Your 'usband'll see to them, don't you worry. [He takes the woman gently by the
arm.]

JONES. You drop itshe's all right! [Sullenly.] I took the thing myself.

SNOW. [Eyeing him] There, there, it does you credit. Come along, Missis.

JONES. [Passionately.] Drop it, I say, you blooming teck. She's my wife; she 's a
respectable woman. Take her if you dare!

SNOW. Now, now. What's the good of this? Keep a civil tongue, and it'll be the better for
all of us.

[He puts his whistle in his mouth and draws the woman to the door.]

JONES. [With a rush.] Drop her, and put up your 'ands, or I 'll soon make yer. You leave
her alone, will yer! Don't I tell yer, I took the thing myself.

SNOW. [Blowing his whistle.] Drop your hands, or I 'll take you too. Ah, would you?

[JONES, closing, deals him a blow. A Policeman in uniform appears; there is a short
struggle and JONES is overpowered. MRS. JONES raises her hands avid drops her face
on them.]

The curtain falls.

 SCENE II

The BARTHWICKS' dining-room the same evening. The BARTHWICKS are seated at
dessert.

MRS. BARTHWICK. John! [A silence broken by the cracking of nuts.] John!

BARTHWICK. I wish you'd speak about the nuts they're uneatable. [He puts one in his
mouth.]

MRS. BARTHWICK. It's not the season for them. I called on the Holyroods.

[BARTHWICK fills his glass with port.]

JACK. Crackers, please, Dad.

[BARTHWICK passes the crackers. His demeanour is reflective.]

MRS. BARTHWICK. Lady Holyrood has got very stout. I 've noticed it coming for a long
time.

BARTHWICK. [Gloomily.] Stout? [He takes up the crackerswith transparent airiness.]

The Holyroods had some trouble with their servants, had n't they?

JACK. Crackers, please, Dad.

BARTHWICK. [Passing the crackers.] It got into the papers. The cook, was n't it?

MRS. BARTHWICK. No, the lady's maid. I was talking it over with Lady Holyrood. The
girl used to have her young man to see her.

BARTHWICK. [Uneasily.] I'm not sure they were wise

MRS. BARTHWICK. My dear John, what are you talking about? How could there be any
alternative? Think of the effect on the other servants!

BARTHWICK. Of course in principleI wasn't thinking of that.

JACK. [Maliciously.] Crackers, please, Dad.

[BARTHWICK is compelled to pass the crackers.]

MRS. BARTHWICK. Lady Holyrood told me: "I had her up," she said; "I said to her,
'You'll leave my house at once; I think your conduct disgraceful. I can't tell, I don't know,
and I don't wish to know, what you were doing. I send you away on principle; you need
not come to me for a character.' And the girl said: 'If you don't give me my notice, my
lady, I want a month's wages. I'm perfectly respectable. I've done nothing.'"'Done
nothing!

BARTHWICK. H'm!

MRS. BARTHWICK. Servants have too much license. They hang together so terribly you
never can tell what they're really thinking; it's as if they were all in a conspiracy to keep
you in the dark. Even with Marlow, you feel that he never lets you know what's really in
his mind. I hate that secretiveness; it destroys all confidence. I feel sometimes I should
like to shake him.

JACK. Marlow's a most decent chap. It's simply beastly every one knowing your affairs.

BARTHWICK. The less you say about that the better!

MRS. BARTHWICK. It goes all through the lower classes. You can not tell when they are
speaking the truth. To-day when I was shopping after leaving the Holyroods, one of
these unemployed came up and spoke to me. I suppose I only had twenty yards or so to
walk to the carnage, but he seemed to spring up in the street.

BARTHWICK. Ah! You must be very careful whom you speak to in these days.

MRS. BARTHWICK. I did n't answer him, of course. But I could see at once that he
wasn't telling the truth.

BARTHWICK. [Cracking a nut.] There's one very good rulelook at their eyes.

JACK. Crackers, please, Dad.

BARTHWICK. [Passing the crackers.] If their eyes are straight-forward I sometimes give
them sixpence. It 's against my principles, but it's most difficult to refuse. If you see that
they're desperate, and dull, and shifty-looking, as so many of them are, it's certain to
mean drink, or crime, or something unsatisfactory.

MRS. BARTHWICK. This man had dreadful eyes. He looked as if he could commit a
murder. "I 've 'ad nothing to eat to-day," he said. Just like that.
BARTHWICK. What was William about? He ought to have been waiting.

JACK. [Raising his wine-glass to his nose.] Is this the '63, Dad?

[BARTHWICK, holding his wine-glass to his eye, lowers it and passes it before his nose.]

MRS. BARTHWICK. I hate people that can't speak the truth. [Father and son exchange
a look behind their port.] It 's just as easy to speak the truth as not. I've always found it
easy enough. It makes it impossible to tell what is genuine; one feels as if one were
continually being taken in.

BARTHWICK. [Sententiously.] The lower classes are their own enemies. If they would
only trust us, they would get on so much better.

MRS. BARTHWICK. But even then it's so often their own fault. Look at that Mrs. Jones
this morning.

BARTHWICK. I only want to do what's right in that matter. I had occasion to see Roper
this afternoon. I mentioned it to him. He's coming in this evening. It all depends on
what the detective says. I've had my doubts. I've been thinking it over.

MRS. BARTHWICK. The woman impressed me most unfavourably. She seemed to have
no shame. That affair she was talking aboutshe and the man when they were young, so
immoral! And before you and Jack! I could have put her out of the room!

BARTHWICK. Oh! I don't want to excuse them, but in looking at these matters one must
consider

MRS. BARTHWICK. Perhaps you'll say the man's employer was wrong in dismissing
him?

BARTHWICK. Of course not. It's not there that I feel doubt. What I ask myself is

JACK. Port, please, Dad.

BARTHWICK. [Circulating the decanter in religious imitation of the rising and setting of
the sun.] I ask myself whether we are sufficiently careful in making inquiries about
people before we engage them, especially as regards moral conduct.

JACK. Pass the-port, please, Mother!

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Passing it.] My dear boy, are n't you drinking too much?

[JACK fills his glass.]

MARLOW. [Entering.] Detective Snow to see you, Sir.

BARTHWICK. [Uneasily.] Ah! say I'll be with him in a minute.

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Without turning.] Let him come in here, Marlow.

[SNOW enters in an overcoat, his bowler hat in hand.]

BARTHWICK. [Half-rising.] Oh! Good evening!

SNOW. Good evening, sir; good evening, ma'am. I 've called round to report what I 've
done, rather late, I 'm afraidanother case took me away. [He takes the silver box out o f
his pocket, causing a sensation in the BARTHWICK family.] This is the identical article,
I believe.

BARTHWICK. Certainly, certainly.

SNOW. Havin' your crest and cypher, as you described to me, sir, I 'd no hesitation in
the matter.

BARTHWICK. Excellent. Will you have a glass of [he glances at the waning
port]ersherry-[pours out sherry]. Jack, just give Mr. Snow this.

[JACK rises and gives the glass to SNOW; then, lolling in his chair, regards him
indolently.]

SNOW. [Drinking off wine and putting down the glass.] After seeing you I went round to
this woman's lodgings, sir. It's a low neighborhood, and I thought it as well to place a
constable below and not without 'e was wanted, as things turned out.

BARTHWICK. Indeed!

SNOW. Yes, Sir, I 'ad some trouble. I asked her to account for the presence of the article.
She could give me no answer, except to deny the theft; so I took her into custody; then
her husband came for me, so I was obliged to take him, too, for assault. He was very
violent on the way to the stationvery violentthreatened you and your son, and altogether
he was a handful, I can till you.

MRS. BARTHWICK. What a ruffian he must be!

SNOW. Yes, ma'am, a rough customer.

JACK. [Sipping his mine, bemused.] Punch the beggar's head.

SNOW. Given to drink, as I understand, sir.

MRS. BARTHWICK. It's to be hoped he will get a severe punishment.

SNOW. The odd thing is, sir, that he persists in sayin' he took the box himself.

BARTHWICK. Took the box himself! [He smiles.] What does he think to gain by that?

SNOW. He says the young gentleman was intoxicated last night

[JACK stops the cracking of a nut, and looks at SNOW.] [BARTHWICK, losing his smile,
has put his wine-glass down; there is a silenceSNOW, looking from face to face,
remarks]

took him into the house and gave him whisky; and under the influence of an empty
stomach the man says he took the box.

MRS. BARTHWICK. The impudent wretch!

BARTHWICK. D' you mean that heerintends to put this forward to-morrow?

SNOW. That'll be his line, sir; but whether he's endeavouring to shield his wife, or
whether [he looks at JACK] there's something in it, will be for the magistrate to say.

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Haughtily.] Something in what? I don't understand you. As if my

son would bring a man like that into the house!

BARTHWICK. [From the fireplace, with an effort to be calm.] My son can speak for
himself, no doubt. Well, Jack, what do you say?

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Sharply.] What does he say? Why, of course, he says the whole
story's stuff!
JACK. [Embarrassed.] Well, of course, Iof course, I don't know anything about it.

MRS. BARTHWICK. I should think not, indeed! [To Snow.] The man is an audacious
ruffian!

BARTHWICK. [Suppressing jumps.] But in view of my son's saying there's nothing in

thisthis fablewill it be necessary to proceed against the man under the circumstances?

SNOW. We shall have to charge him with the assault, sir. It would be as well for your
son to come down to the Court. There'll be a remand, no doubt. The queer thing is there
was quite a sum of money found on him, and a crimson silk purse.

[BARTHWICK starts; JACK rises and sits dozen again.]

I suppose the lady has n't missed her purse?

BARTHWICK. [Hastily.] Oh, no! Oh! No!

JACK. No!

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Dreamily.] No! [To SNOW.] I 've been inquiring of the servants.
This man does hang about the house. I shall feel much safer if he gets a good long
sentence; I do think we ought to be protected against such ruffians.

BARTHWICK. Yes, yes, of course, on principle but in this case we have a number of
things to think of. [To SNOW.] I suppose, as you say, the man must be charged, eh?

SNOW. No question about that, sir.

BARTHWICK. [Staring gloomily at JACK.] This prosecution goes very much against the
grain with me. I have great sympathy with the poor. In my position I 'm bound to
recognise the distress there is amongst them. The condition of the people leaves much to
be desired. D' you follow me? I wish I could see my way to drop it.

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Sharply.] John! it's simply not fair to other people. It's putting
property at the mercy of any one who likes to take it.

BARTHWICK. [Trying to make signs to her aside.] I 'm not defending him, not at all. I'm
trying to look at the matter broadly.
MRS. BARTHWICK. Nonsense, John, there's a time for everything.

SNOW. [Rather sardonically.] I might point out, sir, that to withdraw the charge of
stealing would not make much difference, because the facts must come out [he looks
significantly at JACK] in reference to the assault; and as I said that charge will have to
go forward.

BARTHWICK. [Hastily.] Yes, oh! exactly! It's entirely on the woman's accountentirely a
matter of my own private feelings.

SNOW. If I were you, sir, I should let things take their course. It's not likely there'll be
much difficulty. These things are very quick settled.

BARTHWICK. [Doubtfully.] You think soyou think so?

JACK. [Rousing himself.] I say, what shall I have to swear to?

SNOW. That's best known to yourself, sir. [Retreating to the door.] Better employ a
solicitor, sir, in case anything should arise. We shall have the butler to prove the loss of
the article. You'll excuse me going, I 'm rather pressed to-night. The case may come on
any time after eleven. Good evening, sir; good evening, ma'am. I shall have to produce
the box in court to-morrow, so if you'll excuse me, sir, I may as well take it with me.

[He takes the silver box and leaves them with a little bow.] [BARTHWICK makes a move
to follow him, then dashing his hands beneath his coat tails, speaks with desperation.]

BARTHWICK. I do wish you'd leave me to manage things myself. You will put your nose
into matters you know nothing of. A pretty mess you've made of this!

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Coldly.] I don't in the least know what you're talking about. If you
can't stand up for your rights, I can. I 've no patience with your principles, it's such
nonsense.

BARTHWICK. Principles! Good Heavens! What have principles to do with it for

goodness sake? Don't you know that Jack was drunk last night!

JACK. Dad!

MRS. BARTHWICK. [In horror rising.] Jack!

JACK. Look here, MotherI had supper. Everybody does. I mean to sayyou know what I
meanit's absurd to call it being drunk. At Oxford everybody gets a bit "on" sometimes

MRS. BARTHWICK. Well, I think it's most dreadful! If that is really what you do at
Oxford?

JACK. [Angrily.] Well, why did you send me there? One must do as other fellows do. It's
such nonsense, I mean, to call it being drunk. Of course I 'm awfully sorry. I 've had such
a beastly headache all day.

BARTHWICK. Tcha! If you'd only had the common decency to remember what
happened when you came in. Then we should know what truth there was in what this
fellow saysas it is, it's all the most confounded darkness.

JACK. [Staring as though at half-formed visions.] I just get a and thenit 's gone

MRS. BARTHWICK. Oh, Jack! do you mean to say you were so tipsy you can't even
remember

JACK. Look here, Mother! Of course I remember I cameI must have come

BARTHWICK. [Unguardedly, and walking up and down.] Tcha!and that infernal purse!
Good Heavens! It'll get into the papers. Who on earth could have foreseen a thing like
this? Better to have lost a dozen cigarette-boxes, and said nothing about it. [To his wife.]
It's all your doing. I told you so from the first. I wish to goodness Roper would come!

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Sharply.] I don't know what you're talking about, John.

BARTHWICK. [Turning on her.] No, youyouyou don't know anything! [Sharply.] Where
the devil is Roper? If he can see a way out of this he's a better man than I take him for. I
defy any one to see a way out of it. I can't.

JACK. Look here, don't excite DadI can simply say I was too beastly tired, and don't
remember anything except that I came in and [in a dying voice] went to bed the same as
usual.

BARTHWICK. Went to bed? Who knows where you wentI 've lost all confidence. For all
I know you slept on the floor.

JACK. [Indignantly.] I did n't, I slept on the

BARTHWICK. [Sitting on the sofa.] Who cares where you slept; what does it matter if he
mentions thethea perfect disgrace?

MRS. BARTHWICK. What? [A silence.] I insist on knowing.

JACK. Oh! nothing.

MRS. BARTHWICK. Nothing? What do you mean by nothing, Jack? There's your father
in such a state about it!

JACK. It's only my purse.

MRS. BARTHWICK. Your purse! You know perfectly well you have n't got one.

JACK. Well, it was somebody else'sit was all a jokeI did n't want the beastly thing.

MRS. BARTHWICK. Do you mean that you had another person's purse, and that this
man took it too?

BARTHWICK. Tcha! Of course he took it too! A man like that Jones will make the most
of it. It'll get into the papers.

MRS. BARTHWICK. I don't understand. What on earth is all the fuss about? [Bending
over JACK, and softly.] Jack now, tell me dear! Don't be afraid. What is it? Come!

JACK. Oh, don't Mother!

MRS. BARTHWICK. But don't what, dear?

JACK. It was pure sport. I don't know how I got the thing. Of course I 'd had a bit of a
rowI did n't know what I was doingI wasI Waswell, you knowI suppose I must have
pulled the bag out of her hand.

MRS. BARTHWICK. Out of her hand? Whose hand? What bagwhose bag?

JACK. Oh! I don't knowher bagit belonged to[in a desperate and rising voice] a woman.

MRS. BARTHWICK. A woman? Oh! Jack! No!

JACK. [Jumping up.] You would have it. I did n't want to tell you. It's not my fault.
[The door opens and MARLOW ushers in a man of middle age, inclined to corpulence,
in evening dress. He has a ruddy, thin moustache, and dark, quick-moving little eyes.
His eyebrows aye Chinese.]

MARLOW. Mr. Roper, Sir. [He leaves the room.]

ROPER. [With a quick look round.] How do you do?

[But neither JACK nor MRS. BARTHWICK make a sign.]

BARTHWICK. [Hurrying.] Thank goodness you've come, Roper. You remember what I
told you this afternoon; we've just had the detective here.

ROPER. Got the box?

BARTHWICK. Yes, yes, but look hereit was n't the charwoman at all; her drunken loafer
of a husband took the thingshe says that fellow there [he waves his hand at JACK, who
with his shoulder raised, seems trying to ward off a blow] let him into the house last
night. Can you imagine such a thing.

[Roper laughs. ]

BARTHWICK. [With excited emphasis.]. It's no laughing matter, Roper. I told you about
that business of Jack's toodon't you see the brute took both the thingstook that infernal
purse. It'll get into the papers.

ROPER. [Raising his eyebrows.] H'm! The purse! Depravity in high life! What does your
son say?

BARTHWICK. He remembers nothing. Dn! Did you ever see such a mess? It 'll get into
the papers.

MRS. BARTHWICK. [With her hand across hey eyes.] Oh! it's not that

[BARTHWICK and ROPER turn and look at her.]

BARTHWICK. It's the idea of that womanshe's just heard

[ROPER nods. And MRS. BARTHWICK, setting her lips, gives a slow look at JACK, and
sits down at the table.]
What on earth's to be done, Roper? A ruffian like this Jones will make all the capital he
can out of that purse.

MRS. BARTHWICK. I don't believe that Jack took that purse.

BARTHWICK. Whatwhen the woman came here for it this morning?

MRS. BARTHWICK. Here? She had the impudence? Why was n't I told?

[She looks round from face to faceno one answers hey, there is a pause.]

BARTHWICK. [Suddenly.] What's to be done, Roper?

ROPER. [Quietly to JACK.] I suppose you did n't leave your latch-key in the door?

JACK. [Sullenly.] Yes, I did.

BARTHWICK. Good heavens! What next?

MRS. BARTHWICK. I 'm certain you never let that man into the house, Jack, it's a wild
invention. I'm sure there's not a word of truth in it, Mr. Roper.

ROPER. [Very suddenly.] Where did you sleep last night?

JACK. [Promptly.] On the sofa, there[hesitating]that isI

BARTHWICK. On the sofa? D' you mean to say you did n't go to bed?

JACK.[Sullenly.] No.

BARTHWICK. If you don't remember anything, how can you remember that?

JACK. Because I woke up there in the morning.

MRS. BARTHWICK. Oh, Jack!

BARTHWICK. Good Gracious!

JACK. And Mrs. Jones saw me. I wish you would n't bait me so.

ROPER. Do you remember giving any one a drink?

JACK. By Jove, I do seem to remember a fellow witha fellow with [He looks at Roper.] I
say, d' you want me?

ROPER. [Quick as lightning.] With a dirty face?

JACK. [With illumination.] I doI distinctly remember his

[BARTHWICK moves abruptly; MRS. BARTHWICK looks at ROPER angrily, and

touches her son's arm.]

MRS. BARTHWICK. You don't remember, it's ridiculous! I don't believe the man was
ever here at all.

BARTHWICK. You must speak the truth, if it is the truth. But if you do remember such a
dirty business, I shall wash my hands of you altogether.

JACK. [Glaring at them.] Well, what the devil

MRS. BARTHWICK. Jack!

JACK. Well, Mother, II don't know what you do want.

MRS. BARTHWICK. We want you to speak the truth and say you never let this low man
into the house.

BARTHWICK. Of course if you think that you really gave this man whisky in that
disgraceful way, and let him see what you'd been doing, and were in such a disgusting
condition that you don't remember a word of it

ROPER. [Quick.] I've no memory myselfnever had.

BARTHWICK. [Desperately.] I don't know what you're to say.

ROPER. [To JACK.] Say nothing at all! Don't put yourself in a false position. The man
stole the things or the woman stole the things, you had nothing to do with it. You were
asleep on the sofa.

MRS. BARTHWICK. Your leaving the latch-key in the door was quite bad enough,
there's no need to mention anything else. [Touching his forehead softly.] My dear, how
hot your head is!
JACK. But I want to know what I 'm to do. [Passionately.] I won't be badgered like this.

[MRS. BARTHWICK recoils from him.]

ROPER. [Very quickly.] You forget all about it. You were asleep.

JACK. Must I go down to the Court to-morrow?

ROPER. [Shaking his head.] No.

BARTHWICK. [In a relieved voice.] Is that so?

ROPER. Yes.

BARTHWICK. But you'll go, Roper.

ROPER. Yes.

JACK. [With wan cheerfulness.] Thanks, awfully! So long as I don't have to go. [Putting
his hand up to his head.] I think if you'll excuse meI've had a most beastly day. [He looks
from his father to his mother.]

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Turning quickly.] Goodnight, my boy.

JACK. Good-night, Mother.

[He goes out. MRS. BARTHWICK heaves a sigh. There is a silence.]

BARTHWICK. He gets off too easily. But for my money that woman would have
prosecuted him.

ROPER. You find money useful.

BARTHWICK. I've my doubts whether we ought to hide the truth

ROPER. There'll be a remand.

BARTHWICK. What! D' you mean he'll have to appear on the remand.

ROPER. Yes.
BARTHWICK. H'm, I thought you'd be able toLook here, Roper, you must keep that
purse out of the papers.

[ROPER fixes his little eyes on him and nods.]

MRS. BARTHWICK. Mr. Roper, don't you think the magistrate ought to be told what
sort of people these Jones's are; I mean about their immorality before they were
married. I don't know if John told you.

ROPER. Afraid it's not material.

MRS. BARTHWICK. Not material?

ROPER. Purely private life! May have happened to the magistrate.

BARTHWICK. [With a movement as if to shift a burden.] Then you'll take the thing into
your hands?

ROPER. If the gods are kind. [He holds his hand out.]

BARTHWICK. [Shaking it dubiously.] Kind eh? What? You going?

ROPER. Yes. I've another case, something like yoursmost unexpected.

[He bows to MRS. BARTHWICK, and goes out, followed by BARTHWICK, talking to the
last. MRS. BARTHWICK at the table bursts into smothered sobs. BARTHWICK
returns.]

BARTHWICK. [To himself.] There'll be a scandal!

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Disguising her grief at once.] I simply can't imagine what Roper
means by making a joke of a thing like that!

BARTHWICK. [Staring strangely.] You! You can't imagine anything! You've no more
imagination than a fly!

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Angrily.] You dare to tell me that I have no imagination.

BARTHWICK. [Flustered.] II 'm upset. From beginning to end, the whole thing has been
utterly against my principles.
MRS. BARTHWICK. Rubbish! You have n't any! Your principles are nothing in the
world but sheer fright!

BARTHWICK. [Walking to the window.] I've never been frightened in my life. You
heard what Roper said. It's enough to upset one when a thing like this happens.
Everything one says and does seems to turn in one's mouthit'sit's uncanny. It's not the
sort of thing I've been accustomed to. [As though stifling, he throws the window open.
The faint sobbing of a child comes in.] What's that?

[They listen.]

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Sharply.] I can't stand that crying. I must send Marlow to stop it.
My nerves are all on edge. [She rings the bell.]

BARTHWICK. I'll shut the window; you'll hear nothing. [He shuts the window. There is
silence.]

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Sharply.] That's no good! It's on my nerves. Nothing upsets me

like a child's crying.

[MARLOW comes in.]

What's that noise of crying, Marlow? It sounds like a child.

BARTHWICK. It is a child. I can see it against the railings.

MARLOW. [Opening the window, and looking out quietly.] It's Mrs. Jones's little boy,
ma'am; he came here after his mother.

MRS. BARTHWICK. [Moving quickly to the window.] Poor little chap! John, we ought
n't to go on with this!

BARTHWICK. [Sitting heavily in a chair.] Ah! but it's out of our hands!

[MRS. BARTHWICK turns her back to the window. There is an expression of distress on
hey face. She stands motionless, compressing her lips. The crying begins again.
BARTHWICK coveys his ears with his hands, and MARLOW shuts the window. The
crying ceases.]

The curtain falls.

 ACT III

Eight days have passed, and the scene is a London Police Court at one o'clock. A
canopied seat of Justice is surmounted by the lion and unicorn. Before the fire a worn-
looking MAGISTRATE is warming his coat-tails, and staring at two little girls in faded
blue and orange rags, who are placed before the dock. Close to the witness-box is a
RELIEVING OFFICER in an overcoat, and a short brown beard. Beside the little girls
stands a bald POLICE CONSTABLE. On the front bench are sitting BARTHWICK and
ROPER, and behind them JACK. In the railed enclosure are seedy-looking men and
women. Some prosperous constables sit or stand about.

MAGISTRATE. [In his paternal and ferocious voice, hissing his s's.] Now let us dispose
of these young ladies.

USHER. Theresa Livens, Maud Livens.

[The bald CONSTABLE indicates the little girls, who remain silent, disillusioned,
inattentive.]

Relieving Officer!

[The RELIEVING OFFICER Steps into the witness-box.]

USHER. The evidence you give to the Court shall be the truth, the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth, so help you God! Kiss the book!

[The book is kissed.]

RELIEVING OFFICER. [In a monotone, pausing slightly at each sentence end, that his
evidence may be inscribed.] About ten o'clock this morning, your Worship, I found these
two little girls in Blue Street, Fulham, crying outside a public-house. Asked where their
home was, they said they had no home. Mother had gone away. Asked about their
father. Their father had no work. Asked where they slept last night. At their aunt's. I 've
made inquiries, your Worship. The wife has broken up the home and gone on the
streets. The husband is out of work and living in common lodging-houses. The
husband's sister has eight children of her own, and says she can't afford to keep these
little girls any longer.

MAGISTRATE. [Returning to his seat beneath the canopy of justice.] Now, let me see.
You say the mother is on the streets; what evidence have you of that?
RELIEVING OFFICER. I have the husband here, your Worship.

MAGISTRATE. Very well; then let us see him.

[There are cries of "LIVENS." The MAGISTRATE leans forward, and stares with hard
compassion at the little girls. LIVENS comes in. He is quiet, with grizzled hair, and a
muffler for a collar. He stands beside the witness-box.]

And you, are their father? Now, why don't you keep your little girls at home. How is it
you leave them to wander about the streets like this?

LIVENS. I've got no home, your Worship. I'm living from 'and to mouth. I 've got no
work; and nothin' to keep them on.

MAGISTRATE. How is that?

LIVENS. [Ashamedly.] My wife, she broke my 'ome up, and pawned the things.

MAGISTRATE. But what made you let her?

LEVINS. Your Worship, I'd no chance to stop 'er, she did it when I was out lookin' for
work.

MAGISTRATE. Did you ill-treat her?

LIVENS. [Emphatically.] I never raised my 'and to her in my life, your Worship.

MAGISTRATE. Then what was itdid she drink?

LIVENS. Yes, your Worship.

MAGISTRATE. Was she loose in her behaviour?

LIVENS. [In a low voice.] Yes, your Worship.

MAGISTRATE. And where is she now?

LIVENS. I don't know your Worship. She went off with a man, and after that I

MAGISTRATE. Yes, yes. Who knows anything of her? [To the bald CONSTABLE.] Is she
known here?
RELIEVING OFFICER. Not in this district, your Worship; but I have ascertained that
she is well known

MAGISTRATE. Yesyes; we'll stop at that. Now [To the Father] you say that she has
broken up your home, and left these little girls. What provision can you make for them?
You look a strong man.

LIVENS. So I am, your Worship. I'm willin' enough to work, but for the life of me I can't
get anything to do.

MAGISTRATE. But have you tried?

LIVENS. I've tried everything, your WorshipI 've tried my 'ardest.

MAGISTRATE. Well, well [There is a silence.]

RELIEVING OFFICER. If your Worship thinks it's a case, my people are willing to take
them.

MAGISTRATE. Yes, yes, I know; but I've no evidence that this man is not the proper
guardian for his children.

[He rises oval goes back to the fire.]

RELIEVING OFFICER. The mother, your Worship, is able to get access to them.

MAGISTRATE. Yes, yes; the mother, of course, is an improper person to have anything
to do with them. [To the Father.] Well, now what do you say?

LIVENS. Your Worship, I can only say that if I could get work I should be only too
willing to provide for them. But what can I do, your Worship? Here I am obliged to live
from 'and to mouth in these 'ere common lodging-houses. I 'm a strong manI'm willing
to work I'm half as alive again as some of 'embut you see, your Worship, my 'airs' turned
a bit, owing to the fever[Touches his hair]and that's against me; and I don't seem to get
a chance anyhow.

MAGISTRATE. Yes-yes. [Slowly.] Well, I think it 's a case. [Staring his hardest at the
little girls.] Now, are you willing that these little girls should be sent to a home.

LIVENS. Yes, your Worship, I should be very willing.

MAGISTRATE. Well, I'll remand them for a week. Bring them again to-day week; if I see
no reason against it then, I 'll make an order.

RELIEVING OFFICER. To-day week, your Worship.

[The bald CONSTABLE takes the little girls out by the shoulders. The father follows
them. The MAGISTRATE, returning to his seat, bends over and talks to his CLERK
inaudibly.]

BARTHWICK. [Speaking behind his hand.] A painful case, Roper; very distressing state
of things.

ROPER. Hundreds like this in the Police Courts.

BARTHWICK. Most distressing! The more I see of it, the more important this question
of the condition of the people seems to become. I shall certainly make a point of taking
up the cudgels in the House. I shall move

[The MAGISTRATE ceases talking to his CLERK.]

CLERK. Remands!

[BARTHWICK stops abruptly. There is a stir and MRS. JONES comes in by the public
door; JONES, ushered by policemen, comes from the prisoner's door. They file into the
dock.]

CLERK. James Jones, Jane Jones.

USHER. Jane Jones!

BARTHWICK. [In a whisper.] The pursethe purse must be kept out of it, Roper.
Whatever happens you must keep that out of the papers.

[ROPER nods.]

BALD CONSTABLE. Hush!

[MRS. JONES, dressed in hey thin, black, wispy dress, and black straw hat, stands
motionless with hands crossed on the front rail of the dock. JONES leans against the
back rail of the dock, and keeps half turning, glancing defiantly about him. He is
haggard and unshaven.]

CLERK. [Consulting with his papers.] This is the case remanded from last Wednesday,
Sir. Theft of a silver cigarette-box and assault on the police; the two charges were taken
together. Jane Jones! James Jones!

MAGISTRATE. [Staring.] Yes, yes; I remember.

CLERK. Jane Jones.

MRS. JONES. Yes, Sir.

CLERK. Do you admit stealing a silver cigarette-box valued at five pounds, ten shillings,
from the house of John BARTHWICK, M.P., between the hours of 11 p.m. on Easter
Monday and 8.45 a.m. on Easter Tuesday last? Yes, or no?

MRS. JONES. [In a logy voice.] No, Sir, I do not, sir.

CLERK. James Jones? Do you admit stealing a silver cigarette-box valued at five
pounds, ten shillings, from the house of John BARTHWICK, M.P., between the hours of
11 p.m. on Easter Monday and 8.45 A.M. on Easter Tuesday last. And further making an
assault on the police when in the execution of their duty at 3 p.m. on Easter Tuesday?
Yes or no?

JONES. [Sullenly.] Yes, but I've got a lot to say about it.

MAGISTRATE. [To the CLERK.] Yesyes. But how comes it that these two people are
charged with the same offence? Are they husband and wife?

CLERK. Yes, Sir. You remember you ordered a remand for further evidence as to the
story of the male prisoner.

MAGISTRATE. Have they been in custody since?

CLERK. You released the woman on her own recognisances, sir.

MAGISTRATE. Yes, yes, this is the case of the silver box; I remember now. Well?

CLERK. Thomas Marlow.

[The cry of "THOMAS MARLOW" is repeated MARLOW comes in, and steps into the
witness-box.]

USHER. The evidence you give to the court shall be the truth, the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth, so help you God. Kiss the book.

[The book is kissed. The silver box is handed up, and placed on the rail.]

CLERK. [Reading from his papers.] Your name is Thomas Marlow? Are you, butler to
John BARTHWICK, M.P., of 6, Rockingham Gate?

MARLOW. Yes, Sir.

CLERK. Is that the box?

MARLOW. Yes Sir.

CLERK. And did you miss the same at 8.45 on the following morning, on going to
remove the tray?

MARLOW. Yes, Sir.

CLERK. Is the female prisoner known to you?

[MARLOW nods.]

Is she the charwoman employed at 6, Rockingham Gate?

[Again MARLOW nods.]

Did you at the time of your missing the box find her in the room alone?

MARLOW. Yes, Sir.

CLERK. Did you afterwards communicate the loss to your employer, and did he send
you to the police station?

MARLOW. Yes, Sir.

CLERK. [To MRS. JONES.] Have you anything to ask him?

MRS. JONES. No, sir, nothing, thank you, sir.

CLERK. [To JONES.] James Jones, have you anything to ask this witness?

JONES. I don't know 'im.

MAGISTRATE. Are you sure you put the box in the place you say at the time you say?

MARLOW. Yes, your Worship.

MAGISTRATE. Very well; then now let us have the officer.

[MARLOW leaves the box, and Snow goes into it.]

USHER. The evidence you give to the court shall be the truth, the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth, so help you God. [The book is kissed.]

CLERK. [Reading from his papers.] Your name is Robert Allow? You are a detective in
the X. B. division of the Metropolitan police force? According to instructions received
did you on Easter Tuesday last proceed to the prisoner's lodgings at 34, Merthyr Street,
St. Soames's? And did you on entering see the box produced, lying on the table?

SNOW. Yes, Sir.

CLERK. Is that the box?

Snow. [Fingering the box.] Yes, Sir.

CLERK. And did you thereupon take possession of it, and charge the female prisoner
with theft of the box from 6, Rockingham Gate? And did she deny the same?

SNOW. Yes, Sir.

CLERK. Did you take her into custody?

Snow. Yes, Sir.

MAGISTRATE. What was her behaviour?

SNOW. Perfectly quiet, your Worship. She persisted in the denial. That's all.
MAGISTRATE. DO you know her?

SNOW. No, your Worship.

MAGISTRATE. Is she known here?

BALD CONSTABLE. No, your Worship, they're neither of them known, we 've nothing
against them at all.

CLERK. [To MRS. JONES.] Have you anything to ask the officer?

MRS. JONES. No, sir, thank you, I 've nothing to ask him.

MAGISTRATE. Very well thengo on.

CLERK. [Reading from his papers.] And while you were taking the female prisoner did
the male prisoner interpose, and endeavour to hinder you in the execution of your duty,
and did he strike you a blow?

SNOW. Yes, Sir.

CLERK. And did he say, "You, let her go, I took the box myself"?

SNOW. He did.

CLERK. And did you blow your whistle and obtain the assistance of another constable,
and take him into custody?

SNOW. I did.

CLERK. Was he violent on the way to the station, and did he use bad language, and did
he several times repeat that he had taken the box himself?

[Snow nods.]

Did you thereupon ask him in what manner he had stolen the box? And did you
understand him to say he had entered the house at the invitation of young Mr.
BARTHWICK

[BARTHWICK, turning in his seat, frowns at ROPER.]

after midnight on Easter Monday, and partaken of whisky, and that under the influence
of the whisky he had taken the box?

SNOW. I did, sir.

CLERK. And was his demeanour throughout very violent?

SNOW. It was very violent.

JONES. [Breaking in.] Violent-of course it was! You put your 'ands on my wife when I
kept tellin' you I took the thing myself.

MAGISTRATE. [Hissing, with protruded neck.] Nowyou will have your chance of saying
what you want to say presently. Have you anything to ask the officer?

JONES. [Sullenly.] No.

MAGISTRATE. Very well then. Now let us hear what the female prisoner has to say first.

MRS. JONES. Well, your Worship, of course I can only say what I 've said all along, that
I did n't take the box.

MAGISTRATE. Yes, but did you know that it was taken?

MRS. JONES. No, your Worship. And, of course, to what my husband says, your
Worship, I can't speak of my own knowledge. Of course, I know that he came home very
late on the Monday night. It was past one o'clock when he came in, and he was not
himself at all.

MAGISTRATE. Had he been drinking?

MRS. JONES. Yes, your Worship.

MAGISTRATE. And was he drunk?

MRS. JONES. Yes, your Worship, he was almost quite drunk.

MAGISTRATE. And did he say anything to you?

MRS. JONES. No, your Worship, only to call me names. And of course in the morning
when I got up and went to work he was asleep. And I don't know anything more about it
until I came home again. Except that Mr. BARTHWICKthat 's my employer, your
Worshiptold me the box was missing.

MAGISTRATE. Yes, yes.

MRS. JONES. But of course when I was shaking out my husband's coat the cigarette-box
fell out and all the cigarettes were scattered on the bed.

MAGISTRATE. You say all the cigarettes were scattered on the bed? [To SNOW.] Did
you see the cigarettes scattered on the bed?

SNOW. No, your Worship, I did not.

MAGISTRATE. You see he says he did n't see them.

JONES. Well, they were there for all that.

SNOW. I can't say, your Worship, that I had the opportunity of going round the room; I
had all my work cut out with the male prisoner.

MAGISTRATE. [To MRS. JONES.] Well, what more have you to say?

MRS. JONES. Of course when I saw the box, your Worship, I was dreadfully upset, and I
could n't think why he had done such a thing; when the officer came we were having
words about it, because it is ruin to me, your Worship, in my profession, and I have
three little children dependent on me.

MAGISTRATE. [Protruding his neck]. Yesyesbut what did he say to you?

MRS. JONES. I asked him whatever came over him to do such a thing and he said it was
the drink. He said he had had too much to drink, and something came over him. And of
course, your Worship, he had had very little to eat all day, and the drink does go to the
head when you have not had enough to eat. Your Worship may not know, but it is the
truth. And I would like to say that all through his married life, I have never known him
to do such a thing before, though we have passed through great hardships and [speaking
with soft emphasis] I am quite sure he would not have done it if he had been himself at
the time.

MAGISTRATE. Yes, yes. But don't you know that that is no excuse?

MRS. JONES. Yes, your Worship. I know that it is no excuse.

[The MAGISTRATE leans over and parleys with his CLERK.]

JACK. [Leaning over from his seat behind.] I say, Dad

BARTHWICK. Tsst! [Sheltering his mouth he speaks to ROPER.] Roper, you had better
get up now and say that considering the circumstances and the poverty of the prisoners,
we have no wish to proceed any further, and if the magistrate would deal with the case
as one of disorder only on the part of

BALD CONSTABLE. HSSShh!

[ROPER shakes his head.]

MAGISTRATE. Now, supposing what you say and what your husband says is true, what
I have to consider ishow did he obtain access to this house, and were you in any way a
party to his obtaining access? You are the charwoman employed at the house?

MRS. JONES. Yes, your Worship, and of course if I had let him into the house it would
have been very wrong of me; and I have never done such a thing in any of the houses
where I have been employed.

MAGISTRATE. Wellso you say. Now let us hear what story the male prisoner makes of
it.

JONES. [Who leans with his arms on the dock behind, speaks in a slow, sullen voice.]
Wot I say is wot my wife says. I 've never been 'ad up in a police court before, an' I can
prove I took it when in liquor. I told her, and she can tell you the same, that I was goin'
to throw the thing into the water sooner then 'ave it on my mind.

MAGISTRATE. But how did you get into the HOUSE?

JONES. I was passin'. I was goin' 'ome from the "Goat and Bells."

MAGISTRATE. The "Goat and Bells,"what is that? A public-house?

JONES. Yes, at the corner. It was Bank 'oliday, an' I'd 'ad a drop to drink. I see this
young Mr. BARTHWICK tryin' to find the keyhole on the wrong side of the door.

MAGISTRATE. Well?
JONES. [Slowly and with many pauses.] Well-I 'elped 'im to find itdrunk as a lord 'e
was. He goes on, an' comes back again, and says, I 've got nothin' for you, 'e says, but
come in an' 'ave a drink. So I went in just as you might 'ave done yourself. We 'ad a drink
o' whisky just as you might have 'ad, 'nd young Mr. BARTHWICK says to me, "Take a
drink 'nd a smoke. Take anything you like, 'e says." And then he went to sleep on the
sofa. I 'ad some more whiskyan' I 'ad a smokeand I 'ad some more whiskyan' I carn't tell
yer what 'appened after that.

MAGISTRATE. Do you mean to say that you were so drunk that you can remember
nothing?

JACK. [Softly to his father.] I say, that's exactly what

BARTHWICK. TSSh!

JONES. That's what I do mean.

MAGISTRATE. And yet you say you stole the box?

JONES. I never stole the box. I took it.

MAGISTRATE. [Hissing with protruded neck.] You did not steal it you took it. Did it
belong to youwhat is that but stealing?

JONES. I took it.

MAGISTRATE. You took ityou took it away from their house and you took it to your
house

JONES. [Sullenly breaking in.] I ain't got a house.

MAGISTRATE. Very well, let us hear what this young man Mr.Mr. BARTHWICK has to
say to your story.

[SNOW leaves the witness-box. The BALD CONSTABLE beckons JACK, who, clutching
his hat, goes into the witness-box. ROPER moves to the table set apart for his
profession.]

SWEARING CLERK. The evidence you give to the court shall be the truth, the whole
truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God. Kiss the book.
[The book is kissed.]

ROPER. [Examining.] What is your name?

JACK. [In a low voice.] John BARTHWICK, Junior.

[The CLERK writes it down.]

ROPER. Where do you live?

JACK. At 6, Rockingham Gate.

[All his answers are recorded by the Clerk.]

ROPER. You are the son of the owner?

JACK. [In a very low voice.] Yes.

ROPER. Speak up, please. Do you know the prisoners?

JACK. [Looking at the JONESES, in a low voice.] I 've seen Mrs. Jones. I [in a loud
voice] don't know the man.

JONES. Well, I know you!

BALD CONSTABLE. HSSh!

ROPER. Now, did you come in late on the night of Easter Monday?

JACK. Yes.

ROPER. And did you by mistake leave your latch key in the door?

JACK. Yes.

MAGISTRATE. Oh! You left your latch-key in the door?

ROPER. And is that all you can remember about your coming in?

JACK. [In a loud voice.] Yes, it is.

MAGISTRATE. Now, you have heard the male prisoner's story, what do you say to that?

JACK. [Turning to the MAGISTRATE, speaks suddenly in a confident, straight-forward

voice.] The fact of the matter is, sir, that I 'd been out to the theatre that night, and had
supper afterwards, and I came in late.

MAGISTRATE. Do you remember this man being outside when you came in?

JACK. No, Sir. [He hesitates.] I don't think I do.

MAGISTRATE. [Somewhat puzzled.] Well, did he help you to open the door, as he says?
Did any one help you to open the door?

JACK. No, sirI don't think so, sirI don't know.

MAGISTRATE. You don't know? But you must know. It is n't a usual thing for you to
have the door opened for you, is it?

JACK. [With a shamefaced smile.] No.

MAGISTRATE. Very well, then

JACK. [Desperately.] The fact of the matter is, sir, I'm afraid I'd had too much
champagne that night.

MAGISTRATE. [Smiling.] Oh! you'd had too much champagne?

JONES. May I ask the gentleman a question?

MAGISTRATE. Yesyesyou may ask him what questions you like.

JONES. Don't you remember you said you was a Liberal, same as your father, and you
asked me wot I was?

JACK. [With his hand against his brow.] I seem to remember

JONES. And I said to you, "I'm a bloomin' Conservative," I said; an' you said to me, "You
look more like one of these 'ere Socialists. Take wotever you like," you said.

JACK. [With sudden resolution.] No, I don't. I don't remember anything of the sort.
JONES. Well, I do, an' my word's as good as yours. I 've never been had up in a police
court before. Look 'ere, don't you remember you had a sky-blue bag in your 'and
[BARTHWICK jumps.]

ROPER. I submit to your worship that these questions are hardly to the point, the
prisoner having admitted that he himself does not remember anything. [There is a smile
on the face of Justice.] It is a case of the blind leading the blind.

JONES. [Violently.] I've done no more than wot he 'as. I'm a poor man; I've got no
money an' no friendshe 's a toffhe can do wot I can't.

MAGISTRATE: Now, now? All this won't help youyou must be quiet. You say you took
this box? Now, what made you take it? Were you pressed for money?

JONES. I'm always pressed for money.

MAGISTRATE. Was that the reason you took it?

JONES. No.

MAGISTRATE. [To SNOW.] Was anything found on him?

SNOW. Yes, your worship. There was six pounds twelve shillin's found on him, and this
purse.

[The red silk purse is handed to the MAGISTRATE. BARTHWICK rises his seat, but
hastily sits down again.]

MAGISTRATE. [Staring at the purse.] Yes, yeslet me see [There is a silence.] No, no, I
've nothing before me as to the purse. How did you come by all that money?

JONES. [After a long pause, suddenly.] I declines to say.

MAGISTRATE. But if you had all that money, what made you take this box?

JONES. I took it out of spite.

MAGISTRATE. [Hissing, with protruded neck.] You took it out of spite? Well now, that's
something! But do you imagine you can go about the town taking things out of spite?

JONES. If you had my life, if you'd been out of work

MAGISTRATE. Yes, yes; I knowbecause you're out of work you think it's an excuse for
everything.

JONES. [Pointing at JACK.] You ask 'im wot made 'im take the

ROPER. [Quietly.] Does your Worship require this witness in the box any longer?

MAGISTRATE. [Ironically.] I think not; he is hardly profitable.

[JACK leaves the witness-box, and hanging his head, resumes his seat.]

JONES. You ask 'im wot made 'im take the lady's

[But the BALD CONSTABLE catches him by the sleeve.]

BALD CONSTABLE. SSSh!

MAGISTRATE. [Emphatically.] Now listen to me.

I 've nothing to do with what he may or may not have taken. Why did you resist the
police in the execution of their duty?

JONES. It war n't their duty to take my wife, a respectable woman, that 'ad n't done
nothing.

MAGISTRATE. But I say it was. What made you strike the officer a blow?

JONES. Any man would a struck 'im a blow. I'd strike 'im again, I would.

MAGISTRATE. You are not making your case any better by violence. How do you
suppose we could get on if everybody behaved like you?

JONES. [Leaning forward, earnestly.] Well, wot, about 'er; who's to make up to 'er for
this? Who's to give 'er back 'er good name?

MRS. JONES. Your Worship, it's the children that's preying on his mind, because of
course I 've lost my work. And I've had to find another room owing to the scandal.

MAGISTRATE. Yes, yes, I knowbut if he had n't acted like this nobody would have
suffered.
JONES. [Glaring round at JACK.] I 've done no worse than wot 'e 'as. Wot I want to
know is wot 's goin' to be done to 'im.

[The BALD CONSTABLE again says "HSSh"]

ROPER. Mr. BARTHWICK wishes it known, your Worship, that considering the poverty
of the prisoners, he does not press the charge as to the box. Perhaps your Worship
would deal with the case as one of disorder.

JONES. I don't want it smothered up, I want it all dealt with fair I want my rights

MAGISTRATE. [Rapping his desk.] Now you have said all you have to say, and you will
be quiet.

[There is a silence; the MAGISTRATE bends over and parleys with his CLERK.]

Yes, I think I may discharge the woman. [In a kindly voice he addresses MRS. JONES,
who stands unmoving with her hands crossed on the rail.] It is very unfortunate for you
that this man has behaved as he has. It is not the consequences to him but the
consequences to you. You have been brought here twice, you have lost your work [He
glares at JONES]and this is what always happens. Now you may go away, and I am very
sorry it was necessary to bring you here at all.

MRS. JONES. [Softly.] Thank you very much, your Worship.

[She leaves the dock, and looking back at JONES, twists her fingers and is still.]

MAGISTRATE. Yes, yes, but I can't pass it over. Go away, there's a good woman.

[MRS. JONES stands back. The MAGISTRATE leans his head on his hand; then raising
it he speaks to JONES.]

Now, listen to me. Do you wish the case to be settled here, or do you wish it to go before
a jury?

JONES. [Muttering.] I don't want no jury.

MAGISTRATE. Very well then, I will deal with it here. [After a pause.] You have pleaded
guilty to stealing this box
JONES. Not to stealin'

BALD CONSTABLE. HSSShh!

MAGISTRATE. And to assaulting the police

JONES. Any man as was a man

MAGISTRATE. Your conduct here has been most improper. You give the excuse that
you were drunk when you stole the box. I tell you that is no excuse. If you choose to get
drunk and break the law afterwards you must take the consequences. And let me tell you
that men like you, who get drunk and give way to your spite or whatever it is that's in
you, arearea nuisance to the community.

JACK. [Leaning from his seat.] Dad! that's what you said to me!

BARTHWICK. TSSt!

[There is a silence, while the MAGISTRATE consults his CLERK; JONES leans forward
waiting.]

MAGISTRATE. This is your first offence, and I am going to give you a light sentence.
[Speaking sharply, but without expression.] One month with hard labour.

[He bends, and parleys with his CLERK. The BALD CONSTABLE and another help
JONES from the dock.]

JONES. [Stopping and twisting round.] Call this justice? What about 'im? 'E got drunk!
'E took the purse'e took the purse but [in a muffled shout] it's 'is money got 'im
offJUSTICE!

[The prisoner's door is shut on JONES, and from the seedy-looking men and women
comes a hoarse and whispering groan.]

MAGISTRATE. We will now adjourn for lunch! [He rises from his seat.]

[The Court is in a stir. ROPER gets up and speaks to the reporter. JACK, throwing up his
head, walks with a swagger to the corridor; BARTHWICK follows.]

MRS. JONES. [Turning to him zenith a humble gesture.] Oh! sir!

[BARTHWICK hesitates, then yielding to his nerves, he makes a shame-faced gesture of
refusal, and hurries out of court. MRS. JONES stands looking after him.]

The curtain falls.