COKESON. [Suddenly] This has upset me.
JAMES. The counterfoil altered too—very deliberate piece of swindling. What was Davis's ship?
WALTER. 'City of Rangoon'.
JAMES. We ought to wire and have him arrested at Naples; he can't be there yet.
COKESON. His poor young wife. I liked the young man. Dear, oh dear! In this office!
WALTER. Shall I go to the bank and ask the cashier?
JAMES. [Grimly] Bring him round here. And ring up Scotland Yard.
WALTER. Really?
He goes out through the outer office. JAMES paces the room. He stops and looks at COKESON, who is disconsolately rubbing the knees of his trousers.
JAMES. Well, Cokeson! There's something in character, isn't there?