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<h1> THE THIRTEENTH CHAIR </h1> <h2> A Play in Three Acts </h2> <h3> BY BAYARD VEILLER </h3>   <hr /> <h2> THE THIRTEENTH CHAIR </h2> Produced at The Duke of York's Theatre, London, on October the 16th, 1917, with the following cast of characters:— <table align="center" summary="Cast of Characters" style="margin-left:5%;"> <tr><td> ROSCOE CROSBY </td><td align="right">Mr. Charles Rock</td></tr> <tr><td> WILLIAM CROSBY </td><td align="right">Mr. Lionel Belcher</td></tr> <tr><td> EDWARD WALES </td><td align="right">Mr. Yorke Stephens</td></tr> <tr><td> BRADDISH TRENT </td><td align="right">Mr. Dennis Wyndham</td></tr> <tr><td> HOWARD STANDISH </td><td align="right">Mr Vane Sutton-Vane</td></tr> <tr><td> PHILIP MASON </td><td align="right">Mr. Arthur Finn</td></tr> <tr><td> POLLOCK </td><td align="right">Mr Charles Bishop</td></tr> <tr><td> INSPECTOR DONOHUE </td><td align="right">Mr. James Carew</td></tr> <tr><td> SERGEANT DUNN </td><td align="right">Mr. Frank Harris</td></tr> <tr><td> DOOLAN </td><td align="right">Mr. Denham Charles</td></tr> <tr><td> HELEN O'NEILL </td><td align="right">Miss Hilda Bayley</td></tr> <tr><td> MRS. CROSBY </td><td align="right">Miss Dorothy Hammon</td></tr> <tr><td> MARY EASTWOOD </td><td align="right">Miss Margaret Moffat</td></tr> <tr><td> HELEN TRENT </td><td align="right">Miss Ethel Carrington</td></tr> <tr><td> ELIZABETH ERSKINE </td><td align="right">Miss Grace Darby</td></tr> <tr><td> GRACE STANDISH </td><td align="right">Miss Gladys Maude</td></tr> <tr><td> MME. ROSALIE LA GRANGE </td><td align="right">Mrs. Patrick Campbell</td></tr> </table> The scene throughout the play is the Italian Room in Roscoe Crosby's House, New York. The time is evening. The second act takes place ten minutes later than the first and the third act half an hour later than the second. <hr /> <center> <ANTIMG src="images/illust-1.jpg" width-obs="100%" alt="" /> </center> <h1> THE THIRTEENTH CHAIR </h1> <h2> ACT I </h2> The SCENE is the Italian Room in ROSCOE CROSBY'S Home in New York. It is a handsome room. A plan of the setting will be found at the end of the play. As the curtain rises Miss HELEN O'NEILL and WILLIAM CROSBY are discovered standing R.C. They are in each other's arms, and the rising curtain discloses them as they kiss. The window blinds are drawn. HELEN. I love you so. WILLIAM. You are the most wonderful thing in all the world. (She gives a little laugh and moves away from him a step right.) HELEN. I can't believe it. WILLIAM. That I love you? HELEN. Oh, no, I'm sure of that. WILLIAM. If there's any doubt in your mind, I'll prove it again. HELEN. They'll see us. (He takes her in his arms again and kisses her. She laughs happily. And then turning a little stands with her cheek pressed against his.) Oh, my dear, my dear! (MRS. CROSBY, a fashionably dressed and extremely attractive woman, enters from door down L. She closes the door. She stops for a moment and watches the lovers and then with a little laugh comes toward them. MRS. CROSBY is fifty-five and looks ten years younger. She has charm, beauty and kindliness.) MRS. CROSBY (coming to C. a step). Don't move, you look so comfortable! (They separate quickly.) Well, are you happy? (To R.C.) WILLIAM. Oh, mother! HELEN. Happy! (MRS. CROSBY crosses to HELEN, pats her hand and stands between WILLIAM and HELEN R.C.) WILLIAM. Shall we tell 'em all? MRS. CROSBY. Tell them? (She laughs.) What do you think they are? Blind and deaf? It's been a perfectly wonderful dinner. You were so blind to everything but each other. Oh, Billy, I thought your father would have a fit. HELEN. I thought he had an awful cold, he was coughing terribly. MRS. CROSBY. Coughing? He nearly choked to keep from laughing. I told him I'd send him from the table if he laughed at you. WILLIAM. Why you never spoke to him once. MRS. CROSBY. Child, explain to him that wives don't have to—Oh, I forget you haven't learned that yet. You know, Billy, I can talk to your father very effectively without words. (Crosses to below table R.) HELEN (turning to MRS. CROSBY). Mrs. Crosby— WILLIAM. Mother, Nell's all fussed up because we've got money. She thinks you'll think—I'm—what in novels they call marrying beneath me. (He and MRS. CROSBY laugh. HELEN looks a little hurt.) HELEN. Well, he is. MRS. CROSBY. Nonsense, child, don't be silly. (Sits down stage end of table.) HELEN (moving a step to MRS. CROSBY). It's not silly, Mrs. Crosby. Everyone will say it, and they'll be right. WILLIAM. Let's settle this thing now once and for all, then. In the first place it's all nonsense, and in the second it isn't true— HELEN. Oh, yes, it is. MRS. CROSBY. Oh, the first row! I'll settle this one. Nelly! WILLIAM. Now then, Nell, out with it, get it all out of your system. HELEN. In the first place, it's the money. MRS. CROSBY. Yes, but—Helen— HELEN. Please, let me say it all. You have social position, great wealth, charming friends, everything that makes life worth—Oh, what's the use? You know as well as I do the great difference between us, and— MRS. CROSBY. My dear child, suppose we admit all that, what then? HELEN. But don't you see— WILLIAM (embracing her in front of table R.). You little idiot! I don't see anything but you. MRS. CROSBY. You love each other, that's the whole of it, children. Suppose you listen to an old woman. WILLIAM. Old! Huh! MRS. CROSBY. Well, old enough. If Billy was the usual rich man's son it might be different. There might be something in what you say. But thank God he isn't. Mind you, I don't say he wasn't like most of them when he was younger. I dare say he was, I know he went to supper with a chorus girl once. WILLIAM. Twice. HELEN. What was she like? WILLIAM. Like a chorus girl. MRS. CROSBY. The trouble with you, my dear, is that you've been reading novels. When Billy's father married me, I was a school teacher, and he was a clerk. We didn't have any money, but we were awfully in love—we still rather like each other. Now just for the sake of argument, suppose we should have acted like stern parents, what would be the use? Billy's in business for himself, he's making his own money, he can marry when he wants to and as he wants to, and if you want my real opinion, I don't mind confessing that I think he's pretty lucky to get you. WILLIAM. There! HELEN. But you know so little about me. WILLIAM. Oh, rot! MRS. CROSBY (to WILLIAM). Thank you, Billy. I was trying to think of an effective word. (To HELEN.) You've been my private secretary for over a year, and no matter how much my looks belie it, I'm not a bit of a fool. I know a great deal about you. HELEN. My family— WILLIAM (C.). I'm not marrying your family! HELEN. I'm afraid you are. WILLIAM. Oh! HELEN. There's only mother. MRS. CROSBY (rising and moving to HELEN'S side in front of table R.). Oh, my dear, forgive me. Your mother should have been here to-night. HELEN. No, my mother—Mrs. Crosby—mother doesn't go out—she'd be unhappy here, and you'd be uncomfortable if she came. You'll find her trying sometimes, you'll think she's common. Oh, don't misunderstand me. She's the most wonderful mother in the world. And she's— MRS. CROSBY. Suppose, my dear, that we take your mother for granted. (She crosses to a position between WILLIAM and HELEN.) Take us as you find us and we will try to be happy. (Enter CROSBY from door L. He is a fine-looking man of about sixty, with a pleasant personality, a good deal of charm and that masterful self-possession which sometimes marks the man of affairs. It is always evident that the most delightful intimacy exists between himself and his wife.) MRS. CROSBY. Well, Roscoe? CROSBY (moves to L.C.). Welcome, my dear. (HELEN crosses to him and he takes her in his arms.) HELEN. Oh, Mr. Crosby—I— CROSBY (placing HELEN L. of him with arm still around her, reaching his other hand to WILLIAM). Bill, shake! (Father and son shake hands.) (CROSBY looks at his wife and they laugh gently.) Shall I tell 'em? MRS. CROSBY (standing in front of table over R.). I would. WILLIAM (R.C.) Tell us what? CROSBY (C.). You did this just in time. To-morrow I was going to forbid you to have anything more to do with this young woman. HELEN (L. of CROSBY). You see! WILLIAM. What for? CROSBY. Your mother and I felt that you were pretty slow with your love-making—— WILLIAM. Oh, mother! CROSBY (continuing).—and I knew darned well that if I interfered, you'd take the girl out and marry her. HELEN. Oh! WILLIAM. You old schemer! CROSBY (crossing over R.C. below MRS. CROSBY). I bet it would have worked. WILLIAM (as CROSBY crosses R. WILLIAM slaps him on the back). It would. (Crosses behind HELEN to L.C.) (The door down L. opens and EDWARD WALES enters.) WALES. I came ahead of the others to tell you— CROSBY. Why, Ned, old man, you came just in time to congratulate them. (He points toward WILLIAM and HELEN.) WALES. On what? (L.C.) MRS. CROSBY. They're going to be married: isn't it fine? WALES. Oh! (There is a long pause.) WILLIAM. You don't congratulate us, Mr. Wales. WALES. No, Will, I don't. I'm not sure that I can. (Down stage a step.) CROSBY. Why, Ned? WILLIAM. I'm afraid that calls for an explanation. WALES. Yes, I expect that it does. (There is a long pause.) WILLIAM. Well? WALES. I'm sorry, but I can't explain anything until to-morrow. MRS. CROSBY. But really, Mr. Wales, don't you think— WALES. I think my action is almost indefensible. I'm admitting that. But I have very good reasons for what I am doing. (He turns to CROSBY.) Roscoe, I've been your close friend for a great many years. You've trusted me and believed in me. I'm going to ask you to wait. After all, twenty-four hours can't make any difference, and it may save you all a great deal of unhappiness. WILLIAM (coming to WALES a step). This is intolerable. CROSBY. Ned, I can't understand— WILLIAM. Father, this is my affair. WALES. I'm sorry. WILLIAM. Sorry? I should think you would be. HELEN. Billy, I told you what would happen. Mr. Wales, I don't know what you have discovered. But it's nothing of which I am ashamed, nothing. WILLIAM. Dear, you mustn't mind what he says. HELEN (crossing in front of WILLIAM and moving a few steps towards WALES). Oh, but I do, I can't bear it. Why, my mother is the most wonderful woman in the world. I won't have her attacked. Do you know what she did? When I was ten years old she sent me away from her. I was the one thing she had in the world to love and she gave me up because she thought—because she thought it was the best thing she could do for me. I was sent to a fine school, then to college, and then when I was nineteen, quite by accident, I found out that she wasn't dead, as they'd always told me, and when I went to her all she said was, "Well, my dear, I wanted to make a lady of you." (Turns to WILLIAM C. He takes her in his arms, then HELEN moves over to R. of him.) MRS. CROSBY (in front of table R.). I think she succeeded, my dear. WALES (L.C.). Miss O'Neill, I didn't even know that you had a mother. WILLIAM (C.). Then you'd better tell us now whatever your objection is. WALES. I can tell you nothing until to-morrow. (He turns to WILLIAM.) Billy, I'd rather be shot than do what I'm doing. If I'm wrong I'll come to you gladly and eat dirt. I'll beg this young lady's pardon, on my knees if she likes. (Voices and laughter heard off L.) Now that's all I'm going to say about it until then. (Moves up L.) (The door L. opens. MARY EASTWOOD, HELEN TRENT, ELIZABETH ERSKINE, GRACE STANDISH, HOWARD STANDISH, PHILIP MASON and BRADDISH TRENT enter laughing and talking.) MISS EASTWOOD (at L.C. To crowd in doorway). And he said whose wife? (All laugh.) WILLIAM (C. HELEN in front of table R.). Quiet, quiet, everybody. I've got a surprise for you. (From the people at the door come laughter and buzz of conversation.) Nellie and I are going to be married. (Girls rush C. and congratulate HELEN. Men and WILLIAM L.C. Business ad lib., congratulating him.) MISS EASTWOOD (coming to WILLIAM C.). If you hadn't been engaged to her, she could have you arrested for the way you made eyes at her at dinner, Billy. But of course, if people will marry—why——(She turns away R.) I hope you will be awfully happy. (Crosses to MR. and MRS. CROSBY down R.) MISS ERSKINE (coming to WILLIAM). Isn't it beautiful? (Moves up to L. of chesterfield sofa.) MRS. TRENT (crossing to WILLIAM and kissing him). I'm glad, Billy, glad. (Moves over to STANDISH, who is down L. with TRENT. MISS STANDISH moves to front of table R.) (WILLIAM and HELEN look around—see that no one is paying attention to them—WILLIAM sneaks up to door R.C., opens it and he and HELEN exit quickly. MRS. CROSBY, MR. CROSBY and MISS EASTWOOD are in front of the table R.C. TRENT, STANDISH, MRS. TRENT, MASON talking together over L. WALES up L. Conversation ad lib. until MISS EASTWOOD speaks.) MISS EASTWOOD (to MRS. CROSBY). Marriage is such an awful gamble. I know a girl who tried it four times. Billy, I do hope you—— (Turning to C., where WILLIAM was standing.) Why, they are gone! (Laughter and buzz of conversation ad lib.) (Miss EASTWOOD runs up to door R.C., opens it—looks in dining-room—gives a scream—closes door quickly, comes to right end of chesterfield. TRENT goes to console table L. of chesterfield, gets cigarette, lights it, and crosses to C. back of chesterfield in front of fireplace. STANDISH and MRS. TRENT move to table L. of chesterfield. WALES and MISS ERSKINE sit on chesterfield facing audience up C. MRS. CROSBY is still at upper end of table R. CROSBY talks with MISS EASTWOOD. MASON is the L. end of the chesterfield facing the audience.) (Enter BUTLER from down L.) BUTLER. Mrs. Crosby, the person you sent the car for has arrived. (All turn eagerly toward him.) WALES (rises and moves down L.C.). Can we see her now, Mrs. Crosby? MRS. CROSBY. Certainly—Pollock, ask Madame la Grange if she will come in, please. BUTLER. Yes, madame. (He exits and closes the door after him.) MISS EASTWOOD (coming down between the large table and the chesterfield). I'm perfectly thrilled. Do you suppose she expects to be taken seriously? MISS ERSKINE. Of course. MISS EASTWOOD (at table R.). How funny! If you don't laugh at her, we can have no end of fun. I'll guy her terribly and she'll never know it. MRS. CROSBY (at table R.). Oh, I wouldn't do that, Mary. She may be quite in earnest. MISS EASTWOOD. Oh, I can't believe that. Madame la Grange! I can see her now. Tall, black-haired creature, regular adventuress, see if she isn't. Isn't she, Mr. Wales? WALES (in front of chesterfield). She's the most remarkable woman I have ever known. (Enter BUTLER from door L., coming well on stage). BUTLER. Madame la Grange. (Enter MADAME ROSALIE LA GRANGE. She is a woman of about fifty. She speaks with a marked French accent.) ROSALIE. Good evening everybody. (The men all rise.) MRS. CROSBY. How do you do, Madame la Grange? ROSALIE. I am well, I thank you, madame. MRS. CROSBY. Do come in. ROSALIE. Thank you, madame. (She sees WALES L.C., and goes to him.) Good evening, Mister Wales. It was kind of you to send the motor-car for me. WALES. We wanted you to be comfortable. ROSALIE. And I was. (She laughs and turns to MRS. CROSBY R.C.) Do you know, madame, when the gentleman in uniform come for me, I thought at first it was a policeman. MRS. CROSBY. I hope you weren't frightened. (The positions now are: ROSALIE C., CROSBY R. end of chesterfield C. MRS. TRENT and STANDISH have moved down L. TRENT comes to L. of arm-chair. Miss ERSKINE seated on chesterfield up C. MRS. CROSBY at table R. WALES L.C. and MASON L.C.) ROSALIE. Oh, no, madame. I should like to see the policeman that could frighten me. They are nice boys, the policemen. MISS EASTWOOD (on the R. side of ROSALIE). Mr. Wales tells us you are wonderful. ROSALIE. All women are. MISS EASTWOOD (with a meaning glance at the others). So you tell fortunes? ROSALIE. No, mademoiselle, I do not. I get messages from those of us that 'ave passed on. I do not 'old at all with the cards nor tea-leaves nor any of those tricks. (All laugh—MISS EASTWOOD loudest.) Once in a while I give advice. (She turns to MISS EASTWOOD.) If I was you, mademoiselle, I would not meet Jimmy at the Ritz at three o'clock to-morrow. (All laugh. MISS STANDISH crosses to chesterfield C. and sits. Miss ERSKINE rises and crosses to table R. and sits in arm-chair upper end. MASON moves up and sits on up stage chesterfield. TRENT goes to L. end of chesterfield. MISS EASTWOOD is in front of table R. ROSALIE goes to WALES L.C. CROSBY seats MRS. CROSBY down stage end of table R., then crosses back of MISS ERSKINE to upper end of table.) Well, sir, and how are you? WALES. We're expecting great things from you to-night, Madame la Grange. ROSALIE. Bien! I hope you will not be disappointed. CROSBY (above table R., coming C. a step). I suppose there are a lot of tricks that—— ROSALIE (interrupting him). I suppose mine is the only trade in the world in which there are tricks, eh, monsieur? MISS EASTWOOD (coming to ROSALIE C.). Why shouldn't I meet Jimmy at the Ritz to-morrow? ROSALIE. If you do, something awful may 'appen to 'im. MISS EASTWOOD. What? ROSALIE. If you keep meeting Jimmy 'e may marry you. (MISS EASTWOOD moves up stage a step.) CROSBY (upper end of table R.). Would you mind telling me how you know this young lady was going to meet Jimmy at the Ritz to-morrow afternoon? ROSALIE. She did leave 'is letter in 'er bag in the 'all, and while I wait I 'ave read it. MISS EASTWOOD (C.). How did you know it was my bag? ROSALIE. The stuff of the bag matches the stuff of your dress. MRS. CROSBY (seated below table R.). Then it is all trickery? ROSALIE. It is, madame, and it is not. I tell you, madame, most of the time it is tricks, with even the best of us. But there 'ave been times in my life when it was not tricks. There 'ave been things I could not understand myself, messages from them that 'ave passed on, madame. There is a power—a wonderful power—that come to us. But you never can tell when it is coming. And if you waited for it you would starve to death. So when it is not there we use tricks. MRS. CROSBY (seated at lower end of table at R.). I think I understand. ROSALIE. Do you, madame? I thought you would. (She moves to and puts her hand-bag on the table R. MRS. TRENT, seated below door down L., is joined by WALES. MASON is standing in front of the fireplace.) MISS EASTWOOD (coming to R.C.). Don't you think all this is dishonest! ROSALIE (in front of table R., turning to her). What is dishonest in it? MISS EASTWOOD. Tricking a lot of poor ignorant people. ROSALIE. It is all in the way you look at it. A widow woman came to me this mornin' with a breaking 'eart for the man that was gone. I went into a trance and Laughing Eyes, my spirit control, came with a message from 'im. She said 'e was in heaven with the angels, and there was no cold nor 'unger; and the streets were paved with gold, and there was music and 'appiness everywhere. She told 'er he was thinking of 'er every day and every hour and watching and waiting for the day she would come to 'im. Now wasn't that worth fifty cents of any woman's money? And the man may be in 'ell for all I know! TRENT (L.C. by arm-chair). What I can't understand is why you are telling us all this. (MISS EASTWOOD moves to the chesterfield C.) MRS. TRENT (seated over L. by door). If we know you are fooling—— ROSALIE (going to TRENT). Did not Mr. Wales tell you? WALES (L.C.). I've told them nothing. (MASON drops down R. of chesterfield, STANDISH down L. CROSBY is R. end of chesterfield C.) ROSALIE (C.). Well, tell them now, if you please, sir. (Moves to and sits upper end of table and takes off her gloves.) WALES (down L.). As I told you some time ago, Madame la Grange has done a lot of things that we can't explain—-when I asked her to come here to-night, she said she would under certain conditions. MASON (between chesterfield and table). You mean test conditions? WALES. Not exactly. What she said was that no money should pass between us, and that whatever she did, she would be honest. MASON (very eagerly, and moving towards ROSALIE). You mean that you won't play any tricks? ROSALIE. If I do, I will tell you. MISS EASTWOOD (seated on chesterfield C.). Of course we understand all about spirit rappings. ROSALIE. You do, eh? STANDISH (down L.). Well, rather. (CROSBY sits R. end of chesterfield.) ROSALIE. Well, well, what do you think of that? MISS EASTWOOD. You have to be near a table or something like that and—— ROSALIE. Maybe a chair or a desk would do? MISS EASTWOOD. And then in the dark—— ROSALIE. But of course in the dark. And you get one rap for yes and two raps for no. (There is a short pause. ROSALIE rises, comes down C. and says:) Are those spirits near? (All laugh.) STANDISH. Oh, no, don't. (One rap is heard from the back of the fireplace.) (Little laugh.) MISS EASTWOOD. But—(Rising and coming down L.C. a step.) MASON. Oh, please keep still— (They gather a little closer around ROSALIE.) ROSALIE. Is it Laughing Eyes? (One rap is heard—still louder.) And you cannot talk to me in the light? (One rap.) Are you 'appy? (MRS. TRENT rises.) (Two raps again.) Is there someone here you do not like? (One rap.) A gentleman? (Two raps.) Dear, dear, a lady? (One rap.) (She points to MISS EASTWOOD.) Is it that one? (One rap.) Laughing Eyes she do not like you. (General laugh.) MASON (R.C.). That's the most wonderful thing I ever heard. STANDISH (down L.). Oh, I don't think—— MASON. It couldn't be a trick. She just stood there. I watched her hands every minute. (TRENT goes to arm-chair L.C.) ROSALIE. You did watch the wrong end of me. I 'ave a wooden sole in my shoe. (She lifts her skirt and shows that she has taken one foot from her slipper.) You do it with your foot. Like this. (Laughingly.) It is a trick. (MISS EASTWOOD goes to WALES L.C. MRS. TRENT moves up to armchair L.C. STANDISH up to L. end of chesterfield, and then by the back of chesterfield to R.C., CROSBY C. MRS. CROSBY is seated at table R.) MASON (R.C.). Then if we get any messages— ROSALIE. If you get any messages? Well, sir, I am telling you the truth now. Most of the time it is a fake. With me as with the others. But to-night there will be no fake. I am a stranger to all of you except to Mr. Wales. I do not know who live in this 'ouse. I do not know the name of any one of you. Mr. Wales told me he wanted me to come 'ere, he said he would send for me. (Moves to R. end of chesterfield.) But 'e did not tell me one word about any of you; WALES (down L.). That is quite true. TRENT (by arm-chair L.C.). You haven't given her a hint of any sort? WALES (L.). On my word of honour. MASON (above table R.). Madame la Grange. ROSALIE. Yes, sir? MASON. I know a man who saw Palladino lift a table just by putting her hands on it. (ROSALIE points to a small console table R. end of settee—it has a lamp on it. MISS EASTWOOD is at the L. end of chesterfield.) ROSALIE (putting hand-bag on chair above table R.). Will someone please take the lamp off that table? And will you bring it to me 'ere? (MISS STANDISH moves to and takes the lamp and holds it. MASON brings console table to ROSALIE who comes down C.—the wide side of the table to audience. ROSALIE puts her hands on table with her thumbs under its edge and lifts the table and turns right and left.) You mean like that? MASON. Yes, I suppose that was it. ROSALIE. In the dark you would not 'ave noticed my thumbs. (All laugh. Miss ERSKINE is seated at the back of the table over R.) But it can be done, it can be done. I do not say that I can do it in the light, but if you want I will try. ALL. Oh, yes, yes, of course, please do—yes, yes! MASON. You mean without any trickery? ROSALIE (getting back of console table. Turning table around—narrow side to audience). I mean like this. (She places the tips of the fingers of both hands on the C. of the table and stands rigid for a few moments. No one speaks. All watch her with breathless interest. Slowly the table tips a little to one side, and then tips in the opposite direction. Then it slowly rises about a foot from the floor, and then drops suddenly and falls over. There is a long pause.) MASON (R. of small table). Good Lord! WALES (L.C., quietly). What did I tell you? (There is a long pause, all turn towards ROSALIE to see what she will do next. MASON takes console table back to its place to the R. end of the chesterfield. TRENT and MRS. TRENT are over L. STANDISH and CROSBY C.) ROSALIE (C.). Now you all do know what I can do, but I can trick you too; so you will 'ave to take my word for it that I will not. I am not making to you any promises. I will go into the trance for you and it will be the real trance and not a fake. My spirit does control a little girl named Laughing Eyes. CROSBY. Are you asking us to believe that the spirit of a dead child—— ROSALIE (C.). To them that believe there is no death. Your own religion teaches you that. CROSBY. But not that the spirits of the dead can come back to earth. ROSALIE (moves to chair upper end of table R. CROSBY crosses to R. end of chesterfield). Monsieur should go and read the Bible. I am not going to argue with any of you. I did not come 'ere for argument. Most of you do not believe. You are all of little faith; it is 'ard to get messages then. Perhaps it would be best if I did go. (Crosses to L.C. STANDISH has moved to the back of table R.) MRS. CROSBY (at table R.). Oh, no, please stay. ROSALIE (after hesitating). Madame, I will be glad to. (WILLIAM and HELEN enter R.C.) TRENT (down L. of arm-chair). And you're willing to submit to our conditions? ROSALIE. Of course, anything in reason—I—— HELEN (coming down R.C.). Why! (At the sound of a new voice ROSALIE turns. She gives a little start, and then moves quickly to HELEN C.) ROSALIE. Wait! Something is coming to me. Please—not anyone to speak! (All laugh.) (She is close to HELEN and looks at her.) It is a message. Give me your 'and, mademoiselle. (HELEN in a good deal of confusion gives ROSALIE her hand. ROSALIE stands and holds it. Her eyes are closed.) There is nothing but 'appiness coming to you. The spirits tell me you are the favourite child of fortune. (WILLIAM comes down to R.C.) You will 'ave wealth and prosperity and 'appiness. You will marry the man you love, and you will be 'appy all your life, (WALES goes up L. TRENT comes to ROSALIE a step. ROSALIE turns to the others.) There is something I want to tell 'er just for 'erself. She is so young, we must spare her modesty. (MRS. TRENT goes up L. TRENT, MISS EASTWOOD, and WALES go up L.C. ROSALIE brings HELEN down L. WILLIAM joins CROSBY and MRS. CROSBY R. MISS ERSKINE and STANDISH are at the back of table R.) (The following lines are spoken by HELEN and ROSALIE in an undertone.) HELEN. Mother! ROSALIE. My darling, I did not know. They just brought me here. You know I would not 'ave come for anything in the world if I 'ad known. (HELEN starts to break away. ROSALIE clutches her.) Don't tell them, dear, don't 'ave me shame you before all your wonderful friends. I will go in one minute—I will get away from the 'ouse the first minute I can. HELEN. But, mother, there's no shame. I'm proud—— ROSALIE. Tell them afterwards if you must tell them, but let me get away before you do so. (In her normal voice again.) Remember now, mademoiselle, all the love in the world is 'anging above you and praying for your 'appiness. Do not let it go for the love of 'Eaven. (Buzz of conversation. ROSALIE turns to WALES L. HELEN stands looking after her. WILLIAM comes to HELEN B.C.) WILLIAM. What did she tell you? HELEN. You heard most of it. I'll tell you the rest later. (WILLIAM and HELEN go up R.C.) ROSALIE. I think I 'ad better go from 'ere. (MISS EASTWOOD and TRENT come down L.) WALES. That's absurd. (To the others.) Madame la Grange wants to call off the seance. MISS EASTWOOD (down L.). I thought she might. (MASON above table R.) ROSALIE. Did you really, miss? MRS. CROSBY. Oh, won't you please stay? (WILLIAM and HELEN R.C. MISS ERSKINE above table R.) ROSALIE (coming C.). I am afraid I cannot, madame. I am not feeling right. I am not just myself, madame. WALES (L.C.). Really, Madame la Grange? I'm afraid under the circumstances—— ROSALIE (getting hand-bag from chair). I am very sorry, but I must go from 'ere. MISS EASTWOOD (moving L. of ROSALIE). I think it's a shame to bother her. And I think she's quite right to go. Her sort of tricks aren't for people of intelligence. HELEN. Oh, won't you please stay? (To ROSALIE now C.) ROSALIE. I must not. HELEN. Won't you as a great favour to me? ROSALIE. Well, miss, since you ask it, I will stay. (MISS EASTWOOD laughs. She and TRENT go up L. CROSBY is by chesterfield C. MASON below table R. MRS. CROSBY is seated at lower end of table. MRS. TRENT comes to arm-chair L.C. and sits.) MRS. CROSBY. I'm very glad. Really I'm greatly interested. ROSALIE (crosses R.). Thank you, madame. CROSBY (coming down C.). I think after what we've seen, we must ask Madame la Grange to submit to certain conditions. ROSALIE. Anything at all, sir—anything at all. MASON (down R.). I agree with you. Frankly this woman impresses me. I think this test should be taken seriously. (MISS EASTWOOD at the L. end of the chesterfield, laughs.) WALES (L.C.). Just what I was going to say. CROSBY (R.C.). If you will submit to the conditions we impose, Madame la Grange, and then show us any manifestations, I will never scoff at anything again. ROSALIE. Scoffing is the easiest thing anybody can do. (CROSBY crosses down R. below table.) If I could stop that even in one person, it would be a good thing. What is it that you do want? CROSBY. I want the window fastened. MASON. That's the idea. CROSBY (coming in front of table R.). Then we will have the doors locked. Will that be all right? ROSALIE. Oh, certainly all right. MISS EASTWOOD (coming down L.C.). At the risk of seeming unnecessarily sceptical, I'm going to suggest that we search Madame la Grange—that is, of course, if she's willing. (MISS ERSKINE and MISS STANDISH are at back of table R.) ROSALIE (C.). But why not? There are no 'oles in my stockings. (All laugh.) MASON (down R.). I suppose it's going to be difficult for you to get results if we are all so antagonistic, Madame la Grange? (MISS EASTWOOD goes up L.C.) ROSALIE. It is, sir, and it is not. If there is any who wants to communicate with any 'ere, maybe they can reach us. I do not know. I do not understand you. I showed you all the tricks; would I have done that, if I wanted to—to—fool you? Certainly I would not. Then why will you not believe that I am 'onest? WALES (down L.). I'm sure Madame la Grange is perfectly honest. We've made certain stipulations to which she has agreed. I think we've discussed matters enough already. We're ready if you are, Madame la Grange. ROSALIE. I am ready. (CROSBY looks at window fastenings R.) MRS. CROSBY (seated at table over R.). Do you know, I don't believe it will be necessary to subject Madame la Grange to being searched. I'm quite sure we can spare her that indignity. ROSALIE. I do not mind if you fine ladies will not be shocked at seeing my plain lingerie. (WALES moves up L. General laugh. Miss ERSKINE joins WILLIAM and HELEN R.C.) MRS. CROSBY (moving to L. of ROSALIE C.). Come with me then, please. I'm sure we won't be shocked. (Aside to ROSALIE.) I wear that kind myself. ROSALIE. Truly, madame? (They go to door L.) MRS. CROSBY (at door L.), We shan't be long. ROSALIE (at door L.). Madame, would you mind if all the ladies come? Then they will all be sure I am concealing nothing. (The ladies all talk together and go out L. WALES closes the door down L. CROSBY comes from lack of table R. to chesterfield.) WILLIAM (by table R.). Do you really want that window fastened? (STANDISH is behind the chair below the table R.) WALES (L.C. CROSBY and TRENT sit on corner of chesterfield). I don't care. MASON (at table R.). I'd like to make the test that way. I've a queer feeling about that woman. I believe she really has power of some sort. I know it seems funny, but—well, you all saw her lift that table. I watched her carefully. There was no trick about it at all. I'm sure of it. CROSBY. All right then. You fasten the window. Billy, you and Brad go and get some chairs out of the dining-room. We'll need a lot. (WALES walks up and down L. of stage. WILLIAM and TRENT go out door R.C.) You put them in a circle, don't you? (Begins to place chairs in a circle C. The chair L. of the fireplace is brought down and placed in front of the chesterfield.) What are you going to do, Wales? Ask her a lot of questions? WALES (L.). I'm going to try to find out who killed Spencer Lee. CROSBY. Still harping on the murder of Spencer Lee? (STANDISH places the chairs above and below the table in the circle, then the chair on the R. side of the fireplace in the circle.) WALES. Yes. MASON (over R.—opening window curtains and raising window blind). Who was Spencer Lee? WALES. The best friend I ever had. (TRENT and WILLIAM enter door R.C., each carrying two chairs. They bring them down R.C. and exit R.C.) STANDISH (placing chairs C. with backs to audience). We all knew Lee pretty well. And I know he was no good. WALES (moving to L.C., outside the circle). You mustn't talk like that about him, Standish! CROSBY (inside the circle and coming down C.). The man's dead: why not let him rest in peace? (STANDISH outside of circle L.C. seat.) STANDISH. I didn't bring up the matter, you know, and I don't want to hurt Ned's feelings, but I know that the police found a lot of compromising letters and rotten things of that sort. (WILLIAM and TRENT re-enter from R.C., each carrying two chairs. WILLIAM crosses and places two chairs R. side of circle then goes back to close the door.) WALES (L.C.). I don't care what they found, or what anyone thinks of Lee: he was my best friend, and if I can find out who killed him I'm going to do it. It was a damned brutal murder, stabbed in the back, poor chap, with never a chance to fight for his life. (Moves over L.) MASON (by table R.). I don't seem to remember anything about the case. WALES. It happened before you got back from France—no, by Jove, it didn't either. It was a day or two after. I remember you and I had lunch together the day you got home and I had dinner that night with Spencer. Funny you don't remember anything about it. (WILLIAM sits R. in circle.) MASON. Well, of course, I must have seen it in the papers, but I don't go in much for crimes, and not knowing the man I wasn't interested. STANDISH (sitting in circle L.C.). It was a good deal of a sensation. The man knew a lot of nice people. Came here a good deal, didn't he, Mr. Crosby? CROSBY (sitting in circle up C.). At one time. But after Helen married he rather dropped out of it. Fact is, until Trent here appeared on the scene he was always hanging around. (TRENT comes down and sits in R. side of circle.) STANDISH. Funny they never found out who killed him. WALES (standing outside of circle, L. side). They may not. They haven't stopped trying. MASON (seated on table R.). Oh, are the police still interested? WALES. Yes, they're interested. As a matter of fact there's a reward of five thousand dollars for the discovery of the murderers. STANDISH. Are you sure of that? WALES. I offered it. TRENT. You? WALES. Yes. What sort of a man do you think I am? Do you expect me to sit still and let the murderers of Spencer Lee go free? Why, I'd known the man all his life. We were the closest friends. WILLIAM. But if he was the kind of a man that Standish says— WALES. I don't give a damn what he was. He was my friend, and I'm never going to rest till I find out who killed him. TRENT. But. WALES. I wouldn't care so much if they'd given the poor devil half a chance for his life, but they stabbed him in the back. MASON. Wasn't there any indication— WALES. There wasn't a thing to show who did it, or how it was done. A knife-wound between the shoulder-blades and no knife ever found. Nothing stolen, nothing disturbed. The police have found out that a young woman called to see him that afternoon, two or three hours before his body was discovered. That's all that we know. TRENT (with a laugh—still seated in circle). And now you're going to try spiritualism? WALES. Why not? (There is a pause.) Do any of you object? TRENT. Certainly not. I'm rather for it. MASON (rises, still on L. of table R.). You are doing this seriously? This is not a joke? WALES. Quite seriously. (There is a pause.) Well, why won't somebody laugh? CROSBY. My dear fellow, why should anyone laugh? This queer old woman may have powers of which we know nothing at all. Personally, I haven't much belief in that sort of thing, but I'm not going to laugh at it. (Rise.) Neither am I going to have any trickery, or if there is any I'm going to expose it. WALES (over L.). That's perfectly fair. CROSBY. You've been at her séances, or whatever they call them, before? WALES. Yes. CROSBY. In the dark? WALES. Invariably. CROSBY. I may want light. (He turns to his son.) Billy, if I call for lights you give them to me. Don't wait for anything. Understand? WILLIAM. Perfectly, dad. (WILLIAM goes up to small table R. of chesterfield. Brings table with lamp on it down to his chair and the chair next to it in the circle.) CROSBY (still in circle.) That's all right then. (The door L. opens. MRS. CROSBY enters, followed by MADAME LA GRANGE and the other ladies. WALES moves to R.C. outside circle, STANDISH to upper end of table R., TRENT to L. side of circle.) MRS. CROSBY. I think it wasn't fair of us. ROSALIE. Oh, madame, I did not mind. (MRS. CROSBY crosses back of chesterfield to up R.C.) MISS EASTWOOD (down L.). I can assure you there isn't anything up her sleeve. ROSALIE. Well, what did you expect? Burglar's tools? (MISS EASTWOOD goes up to L. end of chesterfield. MRS. TRENT closes door down L. She and HELEN move up L. with Miss STANDISH.) WALES (over R.). Madame la Grange, we've fastened the windows. (TRENT, STANDISH, ERSKINE by console table L. of chesterfield.) ROSALIE. That is right. You cannot be too careful, eh? CROSBY. And now, if you don't mind, I'm going to lock the doors and keep the keys in my pocket. ROSALIE. Anything you do wish, sir. It is all the same to me. (Goes inside circle and sits down up C. in circle.) MASON (R.C.). May I see that it's done, Mr. Crosby? CROSBY (L.C., with a laugh). Can't you trust me? MASON. It isn't that—I—well, I just want to be sure. To see for myself. CROSBY. Lock that one yourself, then. (Indicating door R.C. MASON goes to and locks the door. CROSBY goes to door L.C., locks it, takes out the key and puts it in his pocket.) Better try it, Mason. (MASON crosses to door L.C.—shows it is locked.) Now well do this one. (He starts to door down L. Then stops suddenly.) No, I've got a better way than this. My dear, will you ring for Pollock? MRS. CROSBY (upper end of table R.). What are you going to do now? CROSBY. Wait and see. (To ROSALIE.) You don't object to this? ROSALIE. Oh, no, sir. (BUTLER enters from door L.—comes well on stage.) CROSBY. Oh, Pollock, I want you to put these keys in your pocket. (Hands them to him. POLLOCK puts them in his waistcoat pocket.) POLLOCK. Yes, sir. CROSBY (L.C.). Now then, I want you to take the key out of that door, and lock it on the outside, understand? POLLOCK. Perfectly, sir. CROSBY. Then take the key from the lock and put that one in your pocket also, after that you are to stand outside that door, and you are not to unlock it until I tell you to. Understand? POLLOCK. Yes, sir, I'm to lock this door on the outside, keep the key in my pocket, and then stay just outside, and not open it for anyone until you tell me. CROSBY. Exactly. (General buzz of conversation. POLLOCK goes to the door L., takes out the key and exits, closing the door after him. The key is heard turning in the lock.) Now then, Mason, you'd better try that door, too. (MASON goes over and tries the door L. CROSBY follows him. Speaking through the door L.) Are you there, Pollock? POLLOCK (outside.) Yes, sir. CROSBY. And the keys are in your pocket? POLLOCK. Quite so, sir. CROSBY. Now we're ready, Madame la Grange. ROSALIE. Then please you will all sit in a circle and hold hands. MISS ERSKINE. Hold hands! I'm going to love this. (All laugh.) MASON (moving down to a chair on the L. of the circle). How shall we sit? I mean, do you want us in any particular order? ROSALIE. Any way at all. WILLIAM. I'll sit here. (Takes chair and sits in reach of lamp on table R.C.) ROSALIE. Any way will do. (HELEN and MRS. TRENT come down L.) (They all sit in a circle in the following order: ROSALIE, C.; CROSBY L. of ROSALIE; MISS ERSKINE, MISS STANDISH, TRENT, MISS EASTWOOD; MASON; HELEN; MRS. TRENT; STANDISH and MRS. CROSBY; WILLIAM sits on ROSALIE'S right side. This will bring WALES sitting at C. with his back to the audience. ROSALIE directly opposite up stage facing him. The thirteen chairs in the circle consist of two brought from the fireplace, two from the table R., eight from the room R.C., and the armchair L.C., which is moved C. and used by ROSALIE. As they are being seated there is a general buzz of conversation as follows:—) MISS ERSKINE. I'm to sit next to you, Mr. Crosby. CROSBY. I've always wanted to hold your hand, my dear. MRS. CROSBY. Don't trust him, Daisy. MISS ERSKINE. I won't, Mrs. Crosby. MISS STANDISH. I'll chaperone them. MASON (to HELEN). Will you sit by me? TRENT. I'll take this place then. MISS EASTWOOD. I'm really getting quite a thrill. (ROSALIE laughs.) What's the joke, Madame la Grange? (MRS. TRENT moves outside of circle to R.C., then sits.) ROSALIE. I did not know anything could give to you a thrill. MISS EASTWOOD. You don't like me, do you, Madame la Grange? ROSALIE. Oh, mademoiselle, I am indeed very fond of you. WALES (standing below circle R.C.). I think we're all ready. (The others are all seated and WALES is about to sit down.) MISS ERSKINE (counting hurriedly). Oh! There are thirteen of us. Don't sit there, Mr. Wales. WALES. Oh, I don't mind those little superstitions. (Sits down stage side of circle between HELEN and MRS. TRENT.) MRS. CROSBY. What do we do now? ROSALIE. Now, will you please all join your 'ands, and then sit very, very quiet. Do not try to think of anything. TRENT. By Jove, that'll be easy for me. (The others laugh.) WALES. We can't get any results if you treat this as a joke. (All laugh.) STANDISH. Oh, let's be serious. MISS ERSKINE. Why, Howard? STANDISH. Well, there might be something in it. Anyhow, it's only fair to do what Madame la Grange wants. I suppose you'd like the lights out? I've always understood that was necessary. ROSALIE. We shall 'ave better results in that way. CROSBY. Right! (He rises, goes to door L., and switches off light. This leaves only the two table lamps R. and L. of the chesterfield C. still lit. All other lights on scene out. Crosses back to his chair—turns out table lamp L. of chesterfield.) Billy, you turn out that light as soon as we are ready. WILLIAM. Right you are, dad. ROSALIE. That is all, then. Now you are not to be afraid if I cry or moan when I do go into a trance. I am not in pain or anything like that. I do not even know that I do such things, but I 'ave been told that it sometime 'appen. My spirit control is a sweet little child named Laughing Eyes. When she begins to talk you can ask 'er anything you do want. If she do not answer you she do not want to talk to you. Then whoever it is speaking must let someone else try. That is all, ladies and gentlemen. (She settles back in her chair.) Now then, sir, please to put out that light. (WILLIAM turns off the light, and the stage is in darkness all but spots on ceiling.) CROSBY. That won't do. Billy, pull down the blind, that light on the ceiling is too strong. (WILLIAM turns on light, crosses R., pulls blind down and closes curtains, then resumes his seat and puts light out. ROSALIE rises, crosses back of circle to the back of MISS EASTWOOD'S chair. There is a pause. Suddenly MISS EASTWOOD screams shrilly.) MISS EASTWOOD. There's a hand on my face. There's a hand on my face! CROSBY. Will, the light! (The light on the table goes up, showing WILLIAM leaning back in his chair with one hand on the switch, the other is tightly clasped in his father's hand. ROSALIE is seen standing behind MISS EASTWOOD, with her hand resting on MISS EASTWOOD'S cheek.) (They all start to speak.) MRS. TRENT. It's a trick. ROSALIE. Yes, it is a trick. (They stop and stare at her. Her manner is commanding, and a little stern.) I was going to ask you to tie my 'ands to the arm of the chair, but I thought I would show you this first. MASON. I don't see how you did it—even now. ROSALIE (standing outside of circle L.). Things 'appen in the dark. The sense of touch is not much developed except in those who are blind. When this young gentleman did let go my 'and to turn out the light, I did take my other 'and away from Mr. Crosby and when we joined 'ands again the two gentlemen were 'olding 'ands as comfortable as you please. And I was free. It is an old trick. All the mediums do use it. Anyone can do it. (She moves back to her chair and sits.) Now, if someone will tie me in, we will go on. MASON. How do we know that you can't get free even then? ROSALIE. Tie me so that I cannot. CROSBY (rising). I'll see to that. I want something strong. MASON. Take handkerchiefs, they are strong enough. (Takes handkerchief.) CROSBY. They'll do very well. (Takes out his own.) I want three more. WILLIAM. Here's mine. (Hands his handkerchief to his father. MASON and TRENT give CROSBY theirs.) CROSBY. Now, Madame la Grange, if you don't mind. (He ties her hands to the arm of the chair.) I don't see why you did that just now. ROSALIE. I told you I wanted to be sure. CROSBY. Why? ROSALIE. Because I think something is going to 'appen. I think there will be manifestations. I wanted you to know I was not faking. MISS EASTWOOD. Why should we think that you were? ROSALIE. Why, you 'ave thought nothing else ever since I did come into the room. CROSBY. Mason, see if she can get free from that now. (MASON comes over, inspects the knot. CROSBY tying the other hand.) MASON. That seems pretty secure—someone else look at it. (WILLIAM and TRENT rise and go to ROSALIE'S chair.) CROSBY. I'm going to fasten your ankles now, Madame la Grange. ROSALIE. Yes, that is right. (CROSBY ties ROSALIE'S ankles to leg of chair. The other two men look on.) WALES. I don't believe all this is necessary. ROSALIE. Why not, if they do want it. CROSBY. Now I'm sure she can't get away. (MASON inspects knot.) MASON. So am I. (The men resume their places.) ROSALIE. Well, now, if you will all sit down, please—— (Pause.) You will have to reach over and take my hands this time—are you all satisfied now? Is there anything more you want me to do? (There is no answer.) Then if you will all sit quiet, just keep your minds perfectly free, that is all you 'ave to do. Now, sir, please to turn out the light. (WILLIAM turns out the light.) (There is a long pause. ROSALIE moans and whispers as if in pain.) HELEN. I can't stand this, I—— WALES. Please keep still—she asked us to keep still. (ROSALIE moans again; after a short pause, she gives a choking sob; another pause. Finally she speaks with frequent pauses, using the voice of a little child.) ROSALIE. Laughing Eyes is sad, very sad. I a ma long way off—a long way. (Pause.) Bad people, bad people, un'appy—he is un'appy—— (Pause.) (Knife is set down in sight of audience, sticking in the ceiling.) Spencer wants to tell Ned—— (She moans heavily.) It hurts—terrible—like a knife—it burns—burns, in the back—— (A man's voice from the chesterfield, facing fireplace, speaks:) VOICE. Ned, I want Ned—why in Hell doesn't Ned answer? ROSALIE (in child's voice). He wants to talk to Ned—is Ned here? STANDISH. Ned who? Who is it? Who does he want to speak to? ROSALIE (in child's voice). Tell Ned it is Spencer—Spencer wants to tell Ned about the letters and the pain in the back—in the back. STANDISH. What was in the back? (There is no answer.) Ask him what was in the back? ROSALIE (still using child's voice). The knife—Ned—he wants Ned. WALES. What do you want! ROSALIE. A swimming pool—do not forget the swimming pool. Do not ever forget—— WALES. You mean the time he went in after me when I was drowning? When we were little boys? Is that what he wants me to remember? ROSALIE. Spencer says he cannot rest—he wants to tell you it is hard to reach—too far away—you promised— WALES. Promised what? When did I promise! ROSALIE. Your life saved—— WALES. Now I know—I told him I'd do anything in the world for him. Spencer, of course, I remember—what do you want me to do? ROSALIE. Find—find—— WALES. Do you want me to find the letters? ROSALIE. In the back—someone came—someone came. WALES. You're trying to tell who killed you? ROSALIE. Ask—ask—ask. WALES. You want me to ask questions? Is that it? You mean you can't talk much? ROSALIE. Too far away. CROSBY. You know who killed you? (There is a pause, but no answer.) ROSALIE. He says Ned, he wants Ned. WALES. You want me to ask. ROSALIE. He wants Ned to ask. WALES. Do you know who killed you? MRS. TRENT (hysterically). Oh, my God! CROSBY. Keep still, Helen. WALES. Can you tell the name? (ROSALIE suddenly gives a long moan.) Quick, the name, the name. Spencer, tell me who killed you—she's coming out of her trance. I want the name. (ROSALIE moans again. Her cry is overtopped by a shriek from WALES.) Oh, my God! My back—oh! (Then there is a dead silence that lasts as long as it will hold.) CROSBY. Wales, is anything the matter? MRS. TRENT. Father, he's pulling at my hand. CROSBY. The light, Will. (WILLIAM suddenly turns on the light at table. WALES is discovered leaning forward, the circle is unbroken.) MRS. TRENT. Look at him! Father! Look at him! (CROSBY drops ROSALIE'S hand and springs forward towards WALES. At the same instant WALES falls forward on his face to the floor. The others all rise, chairs are knocked over in the confusion which follows.) CROSBY. Stand back, please. (The others move back a little. CROSBY leans over WALES.) Why, he—why—it's impossible. MRS. CROSBY. Roscoe, look at your hand. (CROSBY looks at his hand, takes out his handkerchief and wipes it hurriedly, then crosses suddenly to the door L. ROSALIE has come out of her trance and sits staring at WALES as he lies on the floor in front of her. The two figures are thrown out from the shadows of the room by the light on the table at the back of MADAME LA GRANGE. The rest of the room is in semi-darkness. TRENT kneels by WALES' body.) CROSBY. Pollock! Pollock! POLLOCK (outside). Yes, sir. (TRENT turns WALES' body over on back.) CROSBY. Get on the 'phone at once and call up Police Headquarters. Get Inspector Donohue if you can. Tell him to come to the house at once. POLLOCK. Very good, sir. (CROSBY turns away from the door, and faces the others who have followed him over.) WILLIAM. Father, what do you suppose it is? Are you sure that—— MRS. TRENT. It can't be. He was talking and—— MRS. CROSBY. Roscoe, are you sure? Hadn't we better send for a doctor? (TRENT is leaning over WALES' body on the floor.) TRENT. It's no use. He's dead. CROSBY. Murdered! TRENT (rises). What? CROSBY. Mr. Wales was stabbed in the back, just as Spencer Lee was stabbed in the back. STANDISH. Just as he was asking—just when he was trying to find out who— (There is a knock on the door down L.) CROSBY. What is it? POLLOCK (outside of door). Inspector Donohue was at the Fifty-first Street Station, sir. He's on his way here. (There is a pause). Shall I unlock the door, sir? CROSBY. No—not until the Inspector tells you. <center> Curtain. </center> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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