(CROSBY drops ROSALIE'S hand and springs forward towards WALES. At the same instant WALES falls forward on his face to the floor. The others all rise, chairs are knocked over in the confusion which follows.)
CROSBY. Stand back, please. (The others move back a little. CROSBY leans over WALES.) Why, he—why—it's impossible.
MRS. CROSBY. Roscoe, look at your hand.
(CROSBY looks at his hand, takes out his handkerchief and wipes it hurriedly, then crosses suddenly to the door L. ROSALIE has come out of her trance and sits staring at WALES as he lies on the floor in front of her. The two figures are thrown out from the shadows of the room by the light on the table at the back of MADAME LA GRANGE. The rest of the room is in semi-darkness. TRENT kneels by WALES' body.)
CROSBY. Pollock! Pollock!
POLLOCK (outside). Yes, sir.
(TRENT turns WALES' body over on back.)
CROSBY. Get on the 'phone at once and call up Police Headquarters. Get Inspector Donohue if you can. Tell him to come to the house at once.
POLLOCK. Very good, sir.
(CROSBY turns away from the door, and faces the others who have followed him over.)