WALES (over L.).  That’s perfectly fair.

CROSBY.  You’ve been at her seances, or whatever they call them, before?

WALES.  Yes.

CROSBY.  In the dark?

WALES.  Invariably.

CROSBY.  I may want light. (He turns to his son.) Billy, if I call for lights you give them to me.  Don’t wait for anything.  Understand?

WILLIAM.  Perfectly, dad.

(WILLIAM goes up to small table R. of chesterfield.  Brings table with lamp on it down to his chair and the chair next to it in the circle.)

CROSBY (still in circle.) That’s all right then.

(The door L. opens.  MRS. CROSBY enters, followed by MADAME LA GRANGE and the other ladies.  WALES moves to R.C. outside circle, STANDISH to upper end of table R., TRENT to L. side of circle.)

MRS. CROSBY.  I think it wasn’t fair of us.

ROSALIE.  Oh, madame, I did not mind.

(MRS. CROSBY crosses back of chesterfield to up R.C.)

MISS EASTWOOD (down L.).  I can assure you there isn’t anything up her sleeve.

ROSALIE.  Well, what did you expect?  Burglar’s tools?

(MISS EASTWOOD goes up to L. end of chesterfield.  MRS. TRENT closes door down L. She and HELEN move up L. with Miss STANDISH.)

WALES (over R.).  Madame la Grange, we’ve fastened the windows.

(TRENT, STANDISH, ERSKINE by console table L. of chesterfield.)

ROSALIE.  That is right.  You cannot be too careful, eh?

CROSBY.  And now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to lock the doors and keep the keys in my pocket.

ROSALIE.  Anything you do wish, sir.  It is all the same to me.

(Goes inside circle and sits down up C. in circle.)

MASON (R.C.).  May I see that it’s done, Mr. Crosby?

CROSBY (L.C., with a laugh).  Can’t you trust me?

MASON.  It isn’t that—­I—­well, I just want to be sure.  To see for myself.

CROSBY.  Lock that one yourself, then. (Indicating door R.C.  MASON goes to and locks the door.  CROSBY goes to door L.C., locks it, takes out the key and puts it in his pocket.) Better try it, Mason.  (MASON crosses to door L.C.—­shows it is locked.) Now well do this one. (He starts to door down L. Then stops suddenly.) No, I’ve got a better way than this.  My dear, will you ring for Pollock?

MRS. CROSBY (upper end of table R.).  What are you going to do now?

CROSBY.  Wait and see. (To ROSALIE.) You don’t object to this?

ROSALIE.  Oh, no, sir.

(BUTLER enters from door L.—­comes well on stage.)

CROSBY.  Oh, Pollock, I want you to put these keys in your pocket. (Hands them to him.  POLLOCK puts them in his waistcoat pocket.)