Complete Plays of John Galsworthy Part 106

JAMES. No, thanks!

FALDER turns and goes back into his own room. As he shuts the door JAMES gives the cas.h.i.+er an interrogative look, and the cas.h.i.+er nods.

JAMES. Sure? This isn't as we suspected.

COWLEY. Quite. He knew me. I suppose he can't slip out of that room?

c.o.kESON. [Gloomily] There's only the window--a whole floor and a bas.e.m.e.nt.

The door of FALDER'S room is quietly opened, and FALDER, with his hat in his hand, moves towards the door of the outer office.

JAMES. [Quietly] Where are you going, Falder?

FALDER. To have my lunch, sir.

JAMES. Wait a few minutes, would you? I want to speak to you about this lease.

FALDER. Yes, sir. [He goes back into his room.]

COWLEY. If I'm wanted, I can swear that's the young man who cashed the cheque. It was the last cheque I handled that morning before my lunch. These are the numbers of the notes he had. [He puts a slip of paper on the table; then, brus.h.i.+ng his hat round] Good-morning!

JAMES. Good-morning, Mr. Cowley!

COWLEY. [To c.o.kESON] Good-morning.

c.o.kESON. [With Stupefaction] Good-morning.

The cas.h.i.+er goes out through the outer office. c.o.kESON sits down in his chair, as though it were the only place left in the mora.s.s of his feelings.

WALTER. What are you going to do?

JAMES. Have him in. Give me the cheque and the counterfoil.

c.o.kESON. I don't understand. I thought young Davis----

JAMES. We shall see.

WALTER. One moment, father: have you thought it out?

JAMES. Call him in!

c.o.kESON. [Rising with difficulty and opening FALDER'S door; hoa.r.s.ely] Step in here a minute.

FALDER. [Impa.s.sively] Yes, sir?

JAMES. [Turning to him suddenly with the cheque held out] You know this cheque, Falder?

FALDER. No, sir.

JADES. Look at it. You cashed it last Friday week.

FALDER. Oh! yes, sir; that one--Davis gave it me.

JAMES. I know. And you gave Davis the cash?

FALDER. Yes, sir.

JAMES. When Davis gave you the cheque was it exactly like this?

FALDER. Yes, I think so, sir.

JAMES. You know that Mr. Walter drew that cheque for nine pounds?

FALDER. No, sir--ninety.

JAMES. Nine, Falder.

FALDER. [Faintly] I don't understand, sir.

JAMES. The suggestion, of course, is that the cheque was altered; whether by you or Davis is the question.

FALDER. I--I

c.o.kESON. Take your time, take your time.

FALDER. [Regaining his impa.s.sivity] Not by me, sir.

JAMES. The cheque was handed to--c.o.keson by Mr. Walter at one o'clock; we know that because Mr. c.o.keson's lunch had just arrived.

c.o.kESON. I couldn't leave it.

JAMES. Exactly; he therefore gave the cheque to Davis. It was cashed by you at 1.15. We know that because the cas.h.i.+er recollects it for the last cheque he handled before his lunch.

FALDER. Yes, sir, Davis gave it to me because some friends were giving him a farewell luncheon.

JAMES. [Puzzled] You accuse Davis, then?

FALDER. I don't know, sir--it's very funny.

WALTER, who has come close to his father, says something to him in a low voice.

JAMES. Davis was not here again after that Sat.u.r.day, was he?

c.o.kESON. [Anxious to be of a.s.sistance to the young man, and seeing faint signs of their all being jolly once more] No, he sailed on the Monday.

JAMES. Was he, Falder?

FALDER. [Very faintly] No, sir.