(MRS. CROSBY _crosses back of chesterfield to up_ R.C.)

MISS EASTWOOD (_down_ L.). I can assure you there isn't anything up her
sleeve.

ROSALIE. Well, what did you expect? Burglar's tools?

(MISS EASTWOOD _goes up to_ L. _end of chesterfield_. MRS. TRENT _closes
door down_ L. _She and_ HELEN _move up_ L. _with_ Miss STANDISH.)

WALES (_over_ R.). Madame la Grange, we've fastened the windows.

(TRENT, STANDISH, ERSKINE _by console table_ L. _of chesterfield_.)

ROSALIE. That is right. You cannot be too careful, eh?

CROSBY. And now, if you don't mind, I'm going to lock the doors and keep
the keys in my pocket.

ROSALIE. Anything you do wish, sir. It is all the same to me.

(_Goes inside circle and sits down up_ C. _in circle_.)

MASON (R.C.). May I see that it's done, Mr. Crosby?

CROSBY (L.C., _with a laugh_). Can't you trust me?

MASON. It isn't that--I--well, I just want to be sure. To see for myself.

CROSBY. Lock that one yourself, then. (_Indicating door_ R.C. MASON