WILLIAM. Father, what do you suppose it is? Are you sure that——
MRS. TRENT. It can't be. He was talking and——
MRS. CROSBY. Roscoe, are you sure? Hadn't we better send for a doctor?
(TRENT is leaning over WALES' body on the floor.)
TRENT. It's no use. He's dead.
CROSBY. Murdered!
TRENT (rises). What?
CROSBY. Mr. Wales was stabbed in the back, just as Spencer Lee was stabbed in the back.
STANDISH. Just as he was asking—just when he was trying to find out who—
(There is a knock on the door down L.)