MASON (rises, still on L. of table R.). You are doing this seriously? This is not a joke?
WALES. Quite seriously. (There is a pause.) Well, why won't somebody laugh?
CROSBY. My dear fellow, why should anyone laugh? This queer old woman may have powers of which we know nothing at all. Personally, I haven't much belief in that sort of thing, but I'm not going to laugh at it. (Rise.) Neither am I going to have any trickery, or if there is any I'm going to expose it.
WALES (over L.). That's perfectly fair.
CROSBY. You've been at her séances, 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.