DR. MACPHERSON. If you cannot make your presence known to me—I know there are great difficulties—will you try and send your message by William? I presume you have one—
PETER. Yes, that's right.
DR. MACPHERSON. —or else you wouldn't have come back.
PETER. That's just the point I wanted to make, Andrew. You understand perfectly.
DR. MACPHERSON. [As before.] I am waiting…. We are all waiting. [Noticing that a door is a trifle ajar.] The door's open again. [MRS. BATHOLOMMEY, without making a sound, closes it and sits as before.
PETER. Sh! Listen! [A pause.
WILLIAM. [In a peculiar manner—as though in a half dream—but not shutting his eyes. As though controlled by PETER.] There was Annamarie and me and the other.
DR. MACPHERSON. [Very low, as though afraid to interrupt WILLIAM'S train of thought.] What other?
WILLIAM. The man … that came.
DR. MACPHERSON. What man?