_Susan._ Yes, Sir; Mr. Ernest's was an india-rubber one. I know, because he said he'd been travelling all day, and he asked me to sponge it for him. _Grumpy._ Thank you, Susan. Ruddock, we must find that india-rubber richard. If Ernest has his assailant's shirt-front, what more likely than that his assailant has Ernest's? Probably they exchanged them before the battle, as, you may remember, Glaucus and Diomed did at the siege of Troy. _Ruddock._ Yes, Sir. _Grumpy._ Every shirt-front we see we must suspect. Let us go and look for some. [=Exeunt.= =Enter _Jarvis_ and _Virginia._= _Virginia._ Still in evening dress, Mr. Jarvis? _Jarvis._ Yes, I was so busy fetching the doctor last night that I had no time to change. I am going back to London now. (=Tenderly=) I should like to think you had some little memento of me. (=He removes his shirt front.=) Keep this and think of me sometimes when you look at it. _Virginia._ Oh, Mr. Jarvis! But I must give _you_ something too. (=She goes out and returns with one of her grandfather's shirt-fronts.=) Wear this in place of the one you have given me--always. [=Exit.= =Re-enter _Grumpy._= _Grumpy._ Now, Mr. Jarvis, I wonder if you would help me. You were the first to find the body last night. Would you mind lying down in the position in which it lay? It may give me an important clue. _Jarvis._ Certainly. (=He prepares to lie down.=) _Grumpy._ Take care, you mustn't crumple your shirt-front. Perhaps it removes? Ah, allow me. (=He detaches it and hastily substitutes the other one for it.=) Ah, thank you so much. Here is your shirt-front again. [=Exit _Jarvis._= _Ruddock (=eagerly=)._ Is that it, Sir? _Grumpy_ (=examining Jarvis's shirt-front carefully=). No, linen, confound it. Ruddock, we _must_ find that india-rubber richard. Who has it? Ah! CURTAIN. ACT III.--TRAPPED. =Scene--_Jarvis's_ rooms in London.= _Keble (his man)._ Terrible thing that assault on Mr. Heron, Sir. _Jarvis._ Yes, terrible. _Keble._ I hope they don't suspect me of it, Sir. _Jarvis._ Why on earth should they suspect _you_? _Keble._ Well, I was known to be jealous of Mr. Heron, Sir. I found Susan sponging his shirt-front, and Susan and I are as good as engaged. _Jarvis (=mildly interested=)._ How _can_ you sponge a shirt-front? _Keble._ It was an india-rubber one, Sir; they sponge off quite clean, and save the laundry bill, Sir. My---- _Jarvis._ Good Heavens, I'm ruined! =Enter _Isaac Wolfe,_ his partner. Exit _Keble._= _Wolfe._ Got the diamond, my boy? _Jarvis (moodily)._ Yes ... I'm done for; I must leave the country. _Wolfe._ What d'you mean? You've got the diamond? _Jarvis (rapidly)._ I throttled him in the dark and got the diamond. My shirt-front fell off in the struggle. I noticed one on the floor and picked it up. I thought it was mine. It was his; his had fallen off too; and he was found with mine in his hand. _Wolfe._ Well, why did you leave it there?