Sir P. I thought I heard a noise in the conservatory.
Bea. No one is there. The doors have been locked.
Sir P. Someone may have opened them. Let us make sure. (goes into the conservatory R.C., disappears R., re-enters in a moment and comes down to C.)
Bea. Miss Derwent! (down stage front of sofa)
Sir P. (returning) Only the flower pot—caught in a plant, which must have given way. (gets R. of sofa)
Bea. Well? You were saying——
Sir P. I suspect Miss Derwent—She has, as humanity goes, a powerful incentive to this crime. On Mr. Selwyn’s death, she expects to come into a large fortune.
Bea. Not until he has made a will in her favour.
Sir P. He said he would make it to-day. She heard him say so, and she knows that he has seen his solicitor.