e one thing in the world and
he took her away from me. I went to Paris to forget and all I could do
was to remember. Then she died, and I made up my mind that he must die
too.

DONOHUE. How did you get the knife in the ceiling?

MASON. I threw it. Just as I threw a knife into Spencer Lee's back.
I stood in the doorway of his room and told him I'd come to kill him,
and he ran for his revolver and as he ran I threw the knife into his
back. Then I picked up my knife and walked away. No one saw me. I was
quite safe. Quite safe until she came. And unseen hands pushed me
forward. Unseen hands have pointed the way. She's not human. Lee's
message came through her--you all heard Wales speak; out of her lips we
heard Wales' voice. He said he'd come back, again and again and again.
And then he came! I saw him as he came through the door! God Almighty,
you can't fight the dead!

(_He turns suddenly and walks to door_ L. _As he opens it_ SERGEANT DUNN
_steps into the room_.)

DONOHUE. That's your man, Sergeant.

DUNN (_putting his hand on_ MASON'S _arm_). _You_ got him?

DONOHUE. Yes, I got him.

DUNN. Great work, chief, great work. (_He takes_ MASON _off down_ L.)

(HELEN _crosses down to lower end of table_ R.)

ROSALIE (_as they disappear from view_). The poor young man! the poor
young man!

DONOHUE. Ladies and gentlemen, you are all quite at liberty.

(_He goes toward door_ L.)

CROSBY. Thank you, Inspector, for your consideration.

DONOHUE. Not at all, it was the best way out of it.

ROSALIE. Inspector! (_Coming below table_ R. _to_ R.C.)

DONOHUE (_half turning_). Yes.

ROSALIE. My congratulations.

(_He looks at her for a moment, then turns back and shakes hands with
her._)

DONOHUE. You were quite right about me. I was a damn fool.

(_He exits at_ L. HELEN _comes below table_ R.)

MRS. TRENT (_turning to her father up_ L.C. _with a cry_). Oh, daddy,
daddy! I lied about her! I lied about her!

(CROSBY _takes her in his arms, up_ L. HELEN _crosses to_ ROSALIE _from
below table_ R.)

ROSALIE (C.). There is nothing but 'appiness coming to you. The spirits
tell me you are the favourite child of fortune. You will 'ave wealth and
prosperity and 'appiness. You will marry the man you love, and you will
be 'appy.

_The_ CURTAIN _falls_.

ACT I.

[Illustration: The explanation of the figures is given on the opposite
page.]

Italian Room in ROSCOE CROSBY'S home. New York. A handsomely furnis