WILLIAM. Very sorry, Mr. Martin, but this is the first time I've accepted an engagement at a stockbroker's. [_He has been crawling round the curtains at the back, shaking them; pulling hard at one of them he dislodges the lower part._] Lor! _Now_ I've done it! SMITHERS. Clumsy! MARTIN. [_Severely._] That comes of too much talk Never mind the curtain--go on looking. [WILLIAM _drops on to his hands and knees again;_ HARVEY WESTERN _comes into the room, perturbed and restless. He is a well-preserved man of fifty._ HARVEY. I say--not found it? MARTIN. Not yet, sir. HARVEY. Nuisance. _Must_ be here, you know. MARTIN. Is it a very valuable one, sir? HARVEY. [_Who has gone to the table, and is turning things over._] No, no, not particularly--but that's not the point. [_He looks under the table._ MARTIN. [_Still seeking._] When did madam find that she'd lost it, sir? HARVEY. Oh, about five minutes after we'd started And we've turned over everything in the car. It's certainly not there. [_He fusses around the table._ MARTIN. Is madam quite sure she was wearing it, sir? SMITHERS. [_Fretfully._] Yes, yes, of course she was wearing it. I put it on her myself. MARTIN. Where did madam put her cloak on, sir? SMITHERS. In here. I brought it in. MARTIN. You didn't notice whether-- SMITHERS. No. Don't you think if we moved _all_ the rugs-- [_She moves across the room and joins_ WILLIAM, _who is still grovelling on the floor, and goes on her knees by his side._ HARVEY. It must be here _somewhere._ [_They are all searching furiously_--WILLIAM _by the windows, peering into the spaces between the wall and the carpets,_ MARTIN _at the sideboard,_ SMITHERS _gathering the rugs together, all on their hands and knees, while_ HARVEY, _bent double, is looking under the table._ MRS. WESTERN _comes in stonily, followed by the_ JUDGE _and_ MRS. BANKET. MRS. WESTERN _is a handsome woman of forty-five, with a rather stern, cold face; the_ JUDGE, _a somewhat corpulent, genial man of fifty-five; and his wife, an amiable nullity, seven or eight years younger. They are all in evening-dress, the ladies in opera-cloaks._ MRS. WESTERN. [_Pausing on the threshold._] Well! HARVEY. [_Rising and dusting himself._] No trace of it. MRS. WESTERN. [_Looking around._] A nice mess you've made of the room! MARTIN. You told us to look, Madam. JUDGE. [_Going to the fire and standing with his back to it._] I'm afraid we'll be shockingly late, Alice. MRS. WESTERN. [_Firmly._] I don't go without my bracelet. [_She goes to the table, and proceeds to shift the cups and glasses._ MRS. BANKET. [_Moving to the other side of the table, and doing the same._] Quite right, dear--I wouldn't. [_They all search, except the_ JUDGE, _who shrugs his shoulders placidly, then takes a cigarette from his case, and lights it. The three servants still are grovelling on the floor._