Produced by David WidgerFIRST SERIES PLAYSBy John GalsworthyContents     THE SILVER BOX     JOY     STRIFETHE SILVER BOXA COMEDY IN THREE ACTSPERSONS OF THE PLAYJOHN BARTHWICK MP a wealthy LiberalMRS BARTHWICK his wifeJACK BARTHWICK their sonROPER their solicitorMRS JONES their charwomanMARLOW their manservantWHEELER their maidservantJONES the stranger within their gatesMRS SEDDON a landladySNOW a detectiveA POLICE MAGISTRATEAN UNKNOWN LADY from beyondTWO LITTLE GIRLS homelessLIVENS their fatherA RELIEVING OFFICERA MAGISTRATES CLERKAN USHERPOLICEMEN CLERKS AND OTHERSTIME The present The action of the first two Acts takes place onEaster Tuesday the action of the third on Easter Wednesday weekACT I     SCENE I Rockingham Gate John Barthwicks diningroom     SCENE II The same     SCENE III The sameACT II     SCENE I The Joness lodgings Merthyr Street     SCENE II John Barthwicks diningroomACT III A London police courtACT ISCENE I     The  curtain rises on the BARTHWICKS diningroom large     modern and well furnished the window curtains drawn     Electric light is burning  On the large round diningtable is     set out a tray with whisky a syphon and a silver     cigarettebox  It is past midnight     A fumbling is heard outside the door  It is opened suddenly     JACK BARTHWICK seems to fall into the room  He stands holding     by the door knob staring before him with a beatific smile     He is in evening dress and opera hat and carries in his hand a     skyblue velvet ladys reticule  His boyish face is freshly     coloured and cleanshaven  An overcoat is hanging on his armJACK  Hello  Ive got home all riDefiantly  Who says Ishd never ve opened th door without sistance  He staggers infumbling with the reticule A ladys handkerchief and purse ofcrimson silk fall out  Serve her joll well righteverythingdroppin out  Th cat  I ve scored her offI ve got her bagHe swings the reticule  Serves her joly well right He takes acigarette out of the silver box and puts it in his mouth  Nevergave tha fellow anything  He hunts through all his pockets andpulls a shilling out it drops and rolls away  He looks for itBeastly shilling  He looks again  Base ingratitude  Absolutelynothing  He laughs  Mus tell him Ive got absolutely nothing     He lurches through the door and down a corridor and presently     returns followed by JONES who is advanced in liquor  JONES     about thirty years of age has hollow cheeks black circles     round his eyes and rusty clothes He looks as though he might     be unemployed and enters in a hangdog mannerJACK  Sh  sh  sh  Dont you make a noise whatever you do  Shuthe door an have a drink  Very solemnly  You helped me to openthe doorI ve got nothin for you  This is my house  My fathersnames Barthwick hes Member of ParliamentLiberal Member ofParliament Ive told you that before  Have a drink  He pours outwhisky and drinks it up  Im not drunk Subsiding on a sofaThas all right  Whas your name  My names Barthwick sos myfathers Im a Liberal toowhare youJONES  In a thick sardonic voice  Im a bloomin ConservativeMy names Jones  My wife works ere shes the char she worksereJACK  Jones  He laughs  Theres nother Jones at College withme  Im not a Socialist myself Im a Liberaltheres velilldifference because of the principles of the LibLiberal PartyWere all equal before the lawthas rot thas silly  LaughsWha was I about to say  Give me some whisky     JONES gives him the whisky he desires together with a squirt     of syphonWha I was goin tell you wasI ve had a row with her  He wavesthe reticule  Have a drink Jonessh d never have got in withoutyoutha s why I m giving you a drink  Don care who knows Ivescored her off  Th cat  He throws his feet up on the sofaDon you make a noise whatever you do  You pour out a drinkyoumake yourself good long long drinkyou take cigaretteyou takeanything you like  Shd never have got in without you  Closinghis eyes  Youre a Toryyoure a Tory Socialist  Im Liberalmyselfhave a drinkI m an excelnt chap     His head drops back  He smiling falls asleep and JONES     stands looking at him then snatching up JACKs glass he     drinks it off  He picks the reticule from off JACKS     shirtfront holds it to the light and smells at itJONES  Been on the tiles and brought ome some of yer cats furHe stuffs it into JACKs breast pocketJACK  Murmuring  I ve scored you off  You cat     JONES looks around him furtively he pours out whisky and     drinks it  From the silver box he takes a cigarette puffs at     it and drinks more whisky  There is no sobriety left in himJONES  Fat lot o things theyve got ere  He sees the crimsonpurse lying on the floor  More cats fur  Puss puss  Hefingers it drops it on the tray and looks at JACK  Calf  Fatcalf  He sees his own presentment in a mirror  Lifting his handswith fingers