Here’s Sir Colin—hailing a cab.
Dowager.
Ah! Something must have happened! [She goes hastily towards the door; Valentine is in her way.] Let me pass, please! I have a motive!
[She goes out as Imogen enters by another door carrying a large old-fashioned box.]
Imogen.
Valentine.
Valentine White.
Why, what have you there?
Imogen.
A modern young lady’s jewel casket. Open it, please. [Kneeling, he opens the box.]