CROSBY. I know it sounds foolish, but we were having a spiritualistic seance. Madame la Grange is a medium.
DONOHUE. I see.
CROSBY. We were sitting in the dark, in a circle, you know, holding hands. Suddenly Wales cried out. I called to my son to turn on the light. He did so. Wales was leaning forward in his chair. His hands were in those of the people he sat between, and all the rest of us were sitting around.
DONOHUE. All of you?
CROSBY. Yes.
DONOHUE. I thought you told your son to turn on the lights.
CROSBY. If you're implying that—
DONOHUE. I'm not implying anything, and please answer my questions.
WILLIAM (rises, and stands back of table R.). Inspector, I was sitting there, and simply made a move to turn on the light. I had chosen the seat purposely. We wanted to expose trickery, if we found any.
DONOHUE. I understand. (He turns again to CROSBY.) Go on, Mr. Crosby.