The Thirteenth Chair by Bayard Veiller
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himself to me, I know none of you. So I'll have to ask-- (_He stops
suddenly and rises, facing them all. He points slowly to the chesterfield, facing fireplace up_ C.) That's rather a gruesome thing there. I think we'll move it into another room. Will some of you gentlemen carry Mr. Wales' body into the other room. (_There is a pause. The men all hesitate. Finally_ MASON _starts to move to chesterfield._ DONOHUE _is down stage_ R.C.) Thank you very much. We'll-- (_Coming to_ C. DUNN _enters from_ L.) DUNN. Dr. Bernstein himself is on the way here, Inspector. DONOHUE. Good! Mike, get one of the servants to help you to carry this sofa into another room. (DUNN _turns and exits_ L. _without speaking._) I won't have to trouble you after all, sir. (MASON _drops down to console table_ R. _of chesterfield._ DONOHUE _gives a little laugh._) Funny how these old superstitions cling to us. One of the first tests for guilt invented by detectives was to ask a supposed murderer to touch the body of his victim. (_Slight pause._) The test didn't work very well, did it? Certainly you four gentlemen can't all be guilty. (_Slight pause._) Well, we'll have to try something else. (_Very impressively._) Because, you know, I really am going to arrest the murderer of Edward Wales to-night. |
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