COKESON. I couldn't leave it.
JAMES. Exactly; he therefore gave the cheque to Davis. It was cashed by you at 1.15. We know that because the cashier recollects it for the last cheque he handled before his lunch.
FALDER. Yes, sir, Davis gave it to me because some friends were giving him a farewell luncheon.
JAMES. [Puzzled] You accuse Davis, then?
FALDER. I don't know, sir—it's very funny.
WALTER, who has come close to his father, says something to him in a low voice.
JAMES. Davis was not here again after that Saturday, was he?
COKESON. [Anxious to be of assistance to the young man, and seeing faint signs of their all being jolly once more] No, he sailed on the Monday.
JAMES. Was he, Falder?
FALDER. [Very faintly] No, sir.