MARLOW. I put the box out with the whisky last night, sir, but this morning I can't find it anywhere.
JACK. Did you look in my room?
MARLOW. Yes, sir; I've looked all over the house. I found two Nestor ends in the tray this morning, so you must have been smokin' last night, sir. [Hesitating.] I 'm really afraid some one's purloined the box.
JACK. [Uneasily.] Stolen it!
BARTHWICK. What's that? The cigarette-box! Is anything else missing?
MARLOW. No, sir; I 've been through the plate.
BARTHWICK. Was the house all right this morning? None of the windows open?
MARLOW. No, sir. [Quietly to JACK.] You left your latch-key in the door last night, sir.
[He hands it back, unseen by BARTHWICK]
JACK. Tst!