The Thirteenth Chair: A Play in Three Acts

by Bayard Veiller

DONOHUE. Who did this?

CROSBY. We don't know.

DONOHUE (very quietly). Then I expect we'll have to find out. (He comes down by the R. end of the chesterfield and stops when he sees ROSALIE. He gives a short laugh as he sees how she is tied to the chair.) What's this?

MRS. CROSBY (rises). Good Heavens, we forgot to untie her! I'm so sorry.

ROSALIE. Thank you, madame. I am quite comfortable. I will stay as I am if you do not mind.

MRS. CROSBY. But—

DONOHUE. I think we'll leave things as they are for the present.

(MRS. CROSBY resumes the same seat as before.)

ROSALIE. A policeman with brains! Oh, la-la!

DONOHUE. Let's see if he can't use them then. (Moving to CROSBY down L.C. and standing on his R. side.) Now, Mr. Crosby, tell me exactly what happened.