) Here.
CYRUS. (Taking them.) So you keep his keys?
CARVE. Yes.
CYRUS. (Opening dispatch box.) Wear his clothes too, I should say!
(CARVE sits down negligently and smiles.)
CYRUS. (As he is examining papers in box.) What are you laughing at?
CARVE. I'm not laughing. I'm smiling. (Rising and looking curiously at
box.) There's nothing there except lists of securities and pictures and
a few oddments--passports and so on.
CYRUS. There appears to be some money. I'm glad you've left that. Quite
a lot, in fact. (Showing notes.)
CARVE. Here, steady! There's twelve thousand francs there besides some
English notes. That's mine.
CYRUS. Yours, eh? He was taking care of it for you, no doubt?
CARVE. (Hesitating.) Yes.
CYRUS. When you can furnish me with his receipt for the deposit, my man,
it shall be handed to you. Till then it forms part of the estate.
(Looking at a packet of letters.) "Alice Rowfant."
CARVE. And those letters are mine too.
CYRUS. (Reading.) "My dearest boy"--Were you Lady Alice Rowfant's
dearest boy? Anyhow, we'll burn them.
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