(TRENT goes to ROSALIE.)
WALES' VOICE. Trent, let the medium alone. Do you understand? Let the medium alone.
TRENT. That's Wales' voice—and Wales is dead.
(MASON goes slowly to ROSALIE'S chair. TRENT moves L. above MASON to STANDISH. ROSALIE begins to mutter and moan. Suddenly she brings her hands together, and then throws her arms wide apart. WALES' glove sails out of her hand and strikes MASON on the face. It falls to the floor.)
(STANDISH exits very quietly door down L. MASON picks glove up, holding it in his hand—looks at it—suddenly drops it to the floor—turns to MRS. CROSBY.)
MASON. Mrs. Crosby, shall I take Miss Eastwood to your room for you?
MRS. CROSBY. Yes, please, Philip.
(MISS ERSKINE moves to door L. MASON assists MISS EASTWOOD and helps her from the room, exiting door down L. MRS. CROSBY goes out L. TRENT wipes his hands with handkerchief. ROSALIE stirs uneasily and moans.)
HELEN (standing R. side of ROSALIE'S chair). Please leave her to me. I'm afraid seeing you all here will trouble her. I'm afraid she'll—— Oh, won't you please go.
(The others turn, move towards the door down L. and go out.)