DONOHUE (_still down_ R.). How about that, Mrs. Trent?
MRS. TRENT. I hadn't seen Mr. Lee for two or three years. He used to
come here a good deal. He wanted to marry me, but I didn't like him. And
I certainly never wrote him letters of any sort. That is all I can tell
you.
DONOHUE. Thank you very much. That is all that I want to know.
WILLIAM (_turning on his sister_). You're lying to save yourself. You've
got to tell the truth.
TRENT. She is telling you the truth.
WILLIAM. She's not.
CROSBY (_after a pause, putting his hand on his son's shoulder_).
I'm sorry, Billy.
(WILLIAM _goes up to chesterfield_ C. _and sits_. CROSBY _looks coldly
at_ HELEN _and turns to his daughter_.)
MRS. TRENT. Father, you know that--
CROSBY. Yes, dear, I know. Inspector, do you want us any more?
DONOHUE. Not any more, thank you.
CROSBY. Come then, children. (_He exits with_ MR. _and_ MRS. TRENT
_down_ L.)
(HELEN _is still in front of the table_ R. _As the door closes_, DONOHUE
_crosses to_ L.C.)
DONOHUE. Mike, take her down town.
ROSALIE (C.). I would not if I was you. Inspector, I do know who 'as
done it.
(WILLIAM _rises_.)
DONOHUE (_turning to_ ROSALIE C.). You know! Who was it?
ROSALIE. I cannot tell you yet. (DONOHUE _laughs_. WILLIAM _goes to_
HELEN.) But I will! I will!
DONOHUE.
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