COKESON. [Puzzled and upset] why this'd be a felony! No, no! there's some mistake.
JAMES. I hope so.
COKESON. There's never been anything of that sort in the office the twenty-nine years I've been here.
JAMES. [Looking at cheque and counterfoil] This is a very clever bit of work; a warning to you not to leave space after your figures, Walter.
WALTER. [Vexed] Yes, I know—I was in such a tearing hurry that afternoon.
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!