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.
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