_end of chesterfield_.)
(WILLIAM _goes to_ HELEN.)
DONOHUE (_picking up cup and holding it out toward them_). Here is the
cup--
(CROSBY _crosses down_ R. _to below table--moves chair over_ R.)
which we took from Spencer Lee's rooms. These are the finger-prints of
the woman who used it. (_Ignoring_ CROSBY _for the moment_.) Here is the
saucer that she used. More finger-prints. A few minutes ago I sent this
young woman a note. The man who gave it to her wore gloves, so did I
when I addressed the envelope. Hers are the only naked hands that have
touched it. (_He picks up the envelope gingerly by one corner, and
holds it outward to them._) They are unquestionably Helen O'Neill's
finger-prints. (HELEN _is in_ WILLIAM'S _arms_. DONOHUE _puts down the
envelope. Then he picks up the cup and points to the finger-marks on
it_.) And so, Mr. Crosby, are these. There can be no doubt about it.
There is never any doubt about this method of identification. In twenty
years there has never been one mistake. We now have what we've been
hunting for: the woman who went to Spencer Lee's rooms.
(DONOHUE _steps back with a little gesture of triumph_. CROSBY _stands
staring at the girl_. ROSALIE _comes to_ R. _of_ HELEN, _turns to her_.)
ROSALIE (C.). Look at me, my darling. Look at your mother.
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