DONOHUE. Who did this?

CROSBY. We don't know.

DONOHUE (_very quietly_). Then I expect we'll have to find out. (_He
comes down by the_ R. _end of the chesterfield and stops when he sees_
ROSALIE. _He gives a short laugh as he sees how she is tied to the
chair._) What's this?

MRS. CROSBY (_rises_). Good Heavens, we forgot to untie her! I'm so
sorry.

ROSALIE. Thank you, madame. I am quite comfortable. I will stay as I am
if you do not mind.

MRS. CROSBY. But--

DONOHUE. I think we'll leave things as they are for the present.

(MRS. CROSBY _resumes the same seat as before._)

ROSALIE. A policeman with brains! Oh, la-la!

DONOHUE. Let's see if he can't use them then. (_Moving to _ CROSBY
_down_ L.C. _and standing on his_ R. _side._) Now, Mr. Crosby, tell me
exactly what happened.

CROSBY. I know it sounds foolish, but we were having a spiritualistic
seance. Madame la Grange is a medium.