ularly--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._

MRS. WESTERN. I _know_ I had it while I was drinking my coffee--

JUDGE. My experience is, one should never look for things. They find
themselves.

MRS. WESTERN. [_Shortly._] Nonsense.

JUDGE. A fact. Or at l