CROSBY (_crossing to up_ L.C.). What is it, Billy?
(MISS EASTWOOD _goes to the_ L. _side of_ ROSALIE'S _chair_, MRS. TRENT _and_ MRS. CROSBY L. _of chesterfield_ C.; TRENT, MISS ERSKINE _and_ STANDISH _lower_ L. _end of chesterfield_.)
WILLIAM (R. _side of_ ROSALIE'S _chair_). I don't know, exactly. We were talking about this awful thing. She knew, of course, that her daughter couldn't have done it, and she asked me to get her something that had belonged to poor Wales. I got a glove out of Wales' overcoat pocket and handed it to her, and then all of a sudden she went stiff like that. I don't know what it means.
(_The others draw closer to_ ROSALIE. MISS EASTWOOD _comes to_ ROSALIE _and lays her hand on her forehead_.)
MISS EASTWOOD. She's like ice, she's not-- (_Backing up_ C. _a few steps_.)
MASON. I wouldn't touch her if I were you.
ROSALIE. (_Speaking as_ LAUGHING EYES.) Hello, everybody! What are you all so solemn about? I've got a message from a new friend. He do not want me to send it--he wants to talk; ha, ha, ha, he thinks he can talk, and he 'as only been here a little while. (_Still speaking as_ LAUGHING EYES.) He says you are all fools. It is so plain, so plain. He is looking right at the one who did it, right straight at the one who did it.
WALES' VOICE. I'm coming to you until you tell. I can't speak names. You've got to tell, I'm coming, again and again and again, until you tell. Find the knife. You must find the knife. The marks will show. The marks will show.
(MISS EASTWOOD _shrieks and faints on_ L. _end of chesterfield_. MASON _is below end of chesterfield looking at her_. WILLIAM _is standing_ R. _side and back of_ ROSALIE _looking eagerly about him_. HELEN _turns and looks at_ MISS EASTWOOD. MRS. CROSBY _goes to_ MISS EASTWOOD _on chesterfield_.)
MASON. This has got to stop. (_Starts to move to_ ROSALIE'S _chair_--L. _side of it_.)
HELEN (R. _side of_ ROSALIE'S _chair_). You mustn't touch her.
MASON. It's all right as far as the men are concerned, but look at that girl. (_He points to_ MISS EASTWOOD _on the chesterfield_.) They'll all be fainting if this isn't stopped.
WALES' VOICE. Trent, let the medium alone. Do you understand? Let the medium alone.
TRENT. That's Wales' voice--and Wales is dead.