CROSBY. It is impossible, my dear.

TRENT. But, Mr. Crosby-- (_Comes down to_ CROSBY L.)

CROSBY (_interrupting him_). It's quite impossible.

(MRS. TRENT _goes to and sits in chair up_ L., _followed by_ TRENT, _who
stands_ R. _side of her._ WILLIAM _sits back of table_ R. HELEN _sits
above table_ R.)

STANDISH (_below table over_ R.). Mr. Crosby, I must--

CROSBY. Mr. Standish, I just refused to let my own daughter leave the
room.

(_Slight pause._)

STANDISH. But don't you see, sir--

CROSBY. My dear Standish, poor Wales was killed by someone in this room.
We are all of us under suspicion. Everyone of us. (_Slight movement
from all._) It's an awful thing to say--but one of us in this room
has killed Wales. Which one of us?

(_Knock on door down_ L.)

CROSBY. Yes.

POLLOCK (_outside_). The police are here, sir.