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.
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