We think it was a package
of letters. This woman left traces. We have her finger-prints--many of
them. Eventually we'll find her. For three or four weeks Mr. Wales has
been working among the people who knew Lee. His theory was that this
woman wanted to get back her letters--in fact, did get them back. He
felt reasonably sure that he had found the woman--that one of you ladies
here to-night is probably the woman we are hunting. He thought that he
could play on her superstitious fears, and that when her name seemingly
came from the spirit of the dead man she would confess. He told Madame
la Grange the name, explained to her just what he wanted, and together
he and I worked out the exact wording of the messages that were supposed
to come from Spencer Lee's spirit. (_He turns suddenly to_ ROSALIE,
_who is down_ L.C.) You agreed to all this; why didn't you speak
the name?
ROSALIE. I do not know anything about it. He--he must 'ave forgotten to
tell it to me.
DONOHUE. Oh, no, he didn't.
(MISS EASTWOOD _down in front of table_ R.)
ROSALIE (_with great decision_). There was no name. He did not tell
to me any name.
DONOHUE. My good woman, you mustn't take me for a fool. You agreed to
use a certain name; you came here for that purpose, and then after you
got here, something happened to make you change your plans.
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