CROSBY. Queer your asking for Wales. Mr. Wales is dead; that's why I sent for you.
DONOHUE. Wales is what?
CROSBY. Wales is dead.
MISS EASTWOOD (still seated R.C.). Yes, and if you ask me——
DONOHUE. Just a minute, please, miss. (He turns to CROSBY.) It must have been very sudden. Why, only this afternoon I—— Did he ask you to send for me?
CROSBY (L.C.). Inspector, you don't seem to understand. Mr. Wales was murdered in this room not fifteen minutes ago.
(Other characters keep the same positions as when the curtain rose.)
DONOHUE (his manner changing abruptly). Mike! That door! (SERGEANT DUNN closes door L. and stands in front of it.) Where have you taken him?
CROSBY (pointing to the chesterfield C.). There.
(DONOHUE goes up L. end of chesterfield to C. and stands looking down on the body. There is a long pause, and then slowly raising his head looks with terrible deliberation at each person in the room. MASON moves to R. end of chesterfield.)