(ROSALIE drops down R. in front of table.  DONOHUE enters from L.)

DONOHUE (moving C).  Time’s about up. (He laughs.) Well?

ROSALIE (below table R.).  I want them all here.  All of them.  Everyone.

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DONOHUE.  What for?

ROSALIE.  You are going to ’ear the murderer confess.

DONOHUE.  Pollock, ask Mr. Crosby to bring everyone here, (Crosses R. to above table.)

POLLOCK.  Very good, sir.

(He exits L. DONOHUE takes out his watch and stands with it in his hand watching ROSALIE. She stands lost in her dreams.  DUNN enters with HELEN O’NEILL down L.)

DUNN.  Here she is, Inspector.

DONOHUE.  Come here, miss. (HELEN crosses to DONOHUE. To DUNN.) Go and get a taxi.

(DUNN turns and exits L. The others enter and stand crowding in the doorway. WILLIAM pushes through and crosses and stands by HELEN up R.C. right end of chesterfield.)

CROSBY (up L.C.).  What is it?  You sent for us.

DONOHUE (between table and chesterfield).  She says her daughter’s not guilty.  I gave her ten minutes to find out who is.  The time’s up. (He puts his watch back in his pocket.  He turns to ROSALIE.) Well?

(ROSALIE stands rigid.  There is a long pause.)

ROSALIE (below table R.).  You that is ’iding, come out!

DONOHUE.  Come on. (He takes HELEN by the hand.  They go up R. above table.)

ROSALIE (lower end of table R.).  You that is skulking, come out!  I call on the spirit of Edward Wales.  I call on the spirit of Edward Wales.  Now, you that’s killed two men, look!

(The door at L. of fireplace slowly swings open.  MASON with a cry of horror pushes through the crowd at the doorway, which parts to let him through.  He follows the spirit he sees moving across the stage until he is C. and a little above the table.  MRS. TRENT, MISS ERSKINE and STANDISH below door down L. TRENT, MRS. CROSBY, MISS EASTWOOD C. above door L. WILLIAM up R.C. All watch MASON. Suddenly the window curtains are thrown back, the blind runs up noisily and the lights go down.  The street light strikes the knife in the ceiling, as it begins to fall.  MASON’S eye follows the light.  He sees the knife and gives a cry of horror as it strikes the table and sticks in front of him.  MASON rushes up stage end of table R.)

MASON (with a cry).  I can’t fight the dead.  I can’t fight the dead!

(Slowly ROSALIE points at him.  The others stand and stare.)

ROSALIE.  Go on, tell it. (Lower R. side of table R.)

MASON.  I had to do it.  I was afraid Mr. Wales would know.