C. _and pushing_
DONOHUE _up stage_). Let my mother alone, let my mother alone.
(_She goes to_ ROSALIE, _puts her arms around her. Pause._ ROSALIE
_weeps_.)
DONOHUE (_very quietly_). I thought perhaps I'd get it that way.
HELEN (_getting_ L. _side of_ ROSALIE). There, there, dear, it's all
right, it's all right.
DONOHUE (_with a grim smile, coming down_ C.). Of course it's all right!
We've got the finger-prints and--
WILLIAM (_interrupting him--coming down to_ C.). If you think for one
minute I'm going to let you--
CROSBY. My boy, wait! (_grabbing him and pinning down his arms to his
sides_ C.). Think what--
WILLIAM. Think nothing. (_He shakes himself free and goes to_ DONOHUE
L.C.) That's the girl I love, and I'll be _damned_ if I let you take her
finger-prints.
DONOHUE. Young man, don't be a fool. I'm sorry, but it's too clear.
ROSALIE (_breaking away from her daughter and moving to_ DONOHUE
C.). Clear--how is it too clear? Inspector, you are never going to
accuse my little girl of a thing like that?
DONOHUE (C.). She was next to him; she had only to free one hand and
strike, and then take his hand again!
ROSALIE. There was something else she had to do before she could ever do
that. She had to have murder in her heart.
DONOHUE. Well?
ROSALIE (_turns suddenly; seizes her daughter by the hand, turns her to
him.
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