Fellowship of the Dice

"Oh thank heaven's he isn't dead! But to be so drunk in the middle of the day?" The chubby lady holds her hand over her mouth to show her surprise. Then she looks at the inspector quizically. "Me? Oh no, I never go to the Opera. All of those actors and singers! Its not good for ones moral fiber."

David coldly wonders if Lady Aberdine's pretending to be shocked at mid-day drinking was getting over on the testy detective. Along with her own batch of smelling salts, he was well aware of the silver flask she carried the contents of which are responsible for all of the afternoon naps she frequently partook of.
"Clyde did it", David says "He took the money from the safe, I saw him!"

"You saw him physically opening the safe and taking out the money? With your own eyes?" Thorne glowers at the drunken youth. "Is this true Clyde? Do not lie boy, I am an excellent judge of character." The detective waits for either brother to respond.

Lear begins to straighten up the room, silent and efficient. It's not in his character to cast judgments over his employers, and so he allows no trace of disgust to pass his face as the brothers turn against one another.

Thorne waves at Lear to stop cleaning, and disturbing possible clues. "Thank you for bringing Reginald inside. I would rather you try to awaken him"

"Sir," the youth replies after polite hesitation, "I am not lying, where do you think he got the money for his drinking? Our father locks everything up just for this reason". "It was her idea" (he gestures towards his mother).

The portly neighbor woman pats the young son on the shoulder, "There there boy. We all know your father hides his money in the safe. I wonder, who knows the combination?" She fans the Lady of the House and attempts to console the young boy.

Clyde stands and looks at David, "Ya, liar. I dodn't take the money. I get my money from grandpaaa, from grandpaaa, from grandpa's trust! I put the money IN the safe. Cause grandpa hated dad." He gestures around at the house, "All the money for this he got's from me or stole before I was old enough to run the trush meselve!"

"Very well Clyde. If you know it, what is the combination?" asks the detective, taking a straightforward path to learn whether Clyde was actually meant to have access to the safe. Thorne shoots Lady Wyckstaff a meaningful look, waiting for her to cut in.

Clyde looks at the detective and motions for him to walk out of the room with him. Evidently he doesn't feel like telling the combination to the entire room. Once outside he rattles off four numbers for the detective. "Four, seven, ....It's my eightenth birthday. Sorta reminds the old man that since then he only gets the money I gives him."