(The light on the table goes up, showing WILLIAM leaning back in his chair with one hand on the switch, the other is tightly clasped in his father’s hand. ROSALIE is seen standing behind MISS EASTWOOD, with her hand resting on MISS EASTWOOD’S cheek.)

(They all start to speak.)

MRS. TRENT.  It’s a trick.

ROSALIE.  Yes, it is a trick. (They stop and stare at her.  Her manner is commanding, and a little stern.) I was going to ask you to tie my ’ands to the arm of the chair, but I thought I would show you this first.

MASON.  I don’t see how you did it—­even now.

ROSALIE (standing outside of circle L.).  Things ’appen in the dark.  The sense of touch is not much developed except in those who are blind.  When this young gentleman did let go my ’and to turn out the light, I did take my other ’and away from Mr. Crosby and when we joined ’ands again the two gentlemen were ’olding ’ands as comfortable as you please.  And I was free.  It is an old trick.  All the mediums do use it.  Anyone can do it. (She moves back to her chair and sits.) Now, if someone will tie me in, we will go on.

MASON.  How do we know that you can’t get free even then?

ROSALIE.  Tie me so that I cannot.

CROSBY (rising).  I’ll see to that.  I want something strong.

MASON.  Take handkerchiefs, they are strong enough. (Takes handkerchief.)

CROSBY.  They’ll do very well. (Takes out his own.) I want three more.

WILLIAM.  Here’s mine. (Hands his handkerchief to his father. MASON and TRENT give CROSBY theirs.)

CROSBY.  Now, Madame la Grange, if you don’t mind. (He ties her hands to the arm of the chair.) I don’t see why you did that just now.

ROSALIE.  I told you I wanted to be sure.

CROSBY.  Why?

ROSALIE.  Because I think something is going to ’appen.  I think there will be manifestations.  I wanted you to know I was not faking.

MISS EASTWOOD.  Why should we think that you were?

ROSALIE.  Why, you ’ave thought nothing else ever since I did come into the room.

CROSBY.  Mason, see if she can get free from that now.

(MASON comes over, inspects the knot. CROSBY tying the other hand.)

MASON.  That seems pretty secure—­someone else look at it.

(WILLIAM and TRENT rise and go to ROSALIE’S chair.)

CROSBY.  I’m going to fasten your ankles now, Madame la Grange.

ROSALIE.  Yes, that is right.

(CROSBY ties ROSALIE’S ankles to leg of chair.  The other two men look on.)

WALES.  I don’t believe all this is necessary.

ROSALIE.  Why not, if they do want it.

CROSBY.  Now I’m sure she can’t get away.

(MASON inspects knot.)