It's quite impossible.
(MRS. TRENT _goes to and sits in chair up_ L., _followed by_ TRENT, _who
stands_ R. _side of her._ WILLIAM _sits back of table_ R. HELEN _sits
above table_ R.)
STANDISH (_below table over_ R.). Mr. Crosby, I must--
CROSBY. Mr. Standish, I just refused to let my own daughter leave the
room.
(_Slight pause._)
STANDISH. But don't you see, sir--
CROSBY. My dear Standish, poor Wales was killed by someone in this room.
We are all of us under suspicion. Everyone of us. (_Slight movement
from all._) It's an awful thing to say--but one of us in this room
has killed Wales. Which one of us?
(_Knock on door down_ L.)
CROSBY. Yes.
POLLOCK (_outside_). The police are here, sir.
CROSBY. Who is it?
DONOHUE (_outside_). Inspector Donohue.
CROSBY. Pollock, give Inspector Donohue all the keys.
POLLOCK (_outside_). Yes, sir.
(_There is a pause._)
DONOHUE (_outside_). What is all this?
POLLOCK (_outside_). I don't know, I'm sure. I was told to lock the
door. I don't know what's been going on inside. Then I was told to call
you. This is the right key for that door.
(_The noise of the key being put into the lock can be heard, then
the click as it is turned in the lock, then the door is opened, and_
INSPECTOR DONOHUE _in plain clothes comes well on stage_ L.
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