Wendy-Not in the least like parlor magic.

Pam- I thought you gave me an excellent reading.

Roddy- I wish Stella could have a reading.

Pam- Roddy's become fond of the young women who used to own this house.

Wendy- I hope you haven't been leading us on.

Pam- In what way?

Lizzie- A car is pulling in Miss Pamela.

Pam-That'll be Dr. Scott.  I want you to meet him.  He knows all about the village. 

Lizzie- The appetizers.  They're fishy.

Pam- Put the plate down, Lizzie, and see to Dr. Scott.

Max- There's speculation about it.  I've seen mention of it in a column or two.

Pam- That's one reason we got out of New York.   Roddy had to work away from pressure and distraction.

Roddy- We shall be there on opening night.

Pam- I'm hoping Roddy will read his play to you.

Max- As far as I know, absolutely nothing.

Pam- You've tracked it down?

Lizzie- They've been fooling with tarot cards, Dr. Scott.

Pam- I'm so glad you were able to make it.

Dr. Scott- I've been hinting for a dinner invitation ever since you opened the house.

Pam- I want you to meet two of our dearest friends.  Wendy Carey and Max Hillard.

Roddy- Sit down, Dr. Scott.

Pam- (To Max) I did want you and Wendy to meet Stella and her grandfather, but the old Commander has no love for this house and he's all but forbidden Stella to visit.

Dr. Scott- To be precise, it was Mrs. Jessup who spread the alarm.

Pam- That figures.  May I get you a glass of wine, Doctor?

Wendy- My point exactly- exorcism.

Pam- Don't you think that it might be possible to do something less drastic that would give the troubled spirit rest?

Wendy- Not necessarily.  You said five generations have lived in this house.  The ghost could be from the far past.  Did she really die by accident?

Pam- We understand that there was a doubt in Miss Holloway's mind.

Dr. Scott- Yes.  She was a dancer, I understand.  Posed for him in Spain.

Pam- That was before his marriage, of course?

Lizzie- No sense bringing in another plate when you haven't eaten waht I brought in the last time.

Pam- How is dinner coming along?

Max- The Lyndon Gallery in New York.  It's called The Artist's Model.  Caused something of a stir when it first appeared fifteen years ago.

Pam- I think it's monstrous, to record a woman's decline so cruelly.

Max- How could she miss not seeing it?  She posed for it.

Pam- Dr. Scott, do you know who was with Carmel when she died?

Dr. Scott- she's not an approachable woman.  I had differences with her.  At one time I thought of bringing her up on charges.  I wasn't satisfied with the way she handeled her patient.

Pam- You mean Carmel?

Dr. Scott- I felt this house had already seen enough trouble.

Pam- Let's change the subject.  This is supposed to be a happy occasion.

Roddy- I don't know, but I intend to find out.

Pam- Be careful Roddy.

Wendy- It's so cold, so terribly cold.

Pam- Roddy, are you all right?

Roddy- No, I don't think so.  Ther's a wind chime outside the nursery window.  The window was open at the top.  I've closed it.

Pam- I've heard the crying before, Wendy.  You didn't imagine it.

Stella- I din't mean to keep you waiting.

Pam- Stella!  How did you manage it?

Stella- The house is lovelier than I could have imagined.  You've done so much with it.

Pam- Not nearly enough.  Give us time.  This is Max Hilliard, a fine painter.

Max- Delighted to meet you, Miss Meredith.

Pam- Wendy Carey.

Wendy- Hello.

Pam- She'll be playing in Boston in a few weeks.  Roddy and I are going to see her play.  Maybe you could come with us.

Max- We know.  Portrait fits the room.

Pam- We'd gladly give you the portrait, Stella, but the Commander wouldn't approve.  If you ever take a place of your own, it's yours.

Max- What's wrong with you?

Pam- Wendy, what's happened?

Wendy- In the mirror.

Pam- You saw something in the mirror?  It's only a mirror.  An ordinary mirror.  What did you see?

Dr. Scott- She doesn't feel feverish.

Pam- She's had a terrible shock.

Dr. Scott- I think it would be wise to get her upstairs.

Pam- Yes, by all means.

Dr. Scott- I'll get my bag from the car.

Pam- No need.  I'll send Lizzie for it.

Wendy- It's my future, I know it is.  That's what the mirror was trying to tell me.

Pam- You'll feel much better once you've rested.

Lizzie- I don't take orders from guest.

Pam- Lizzie, I sent you to Dr.Scott's car.  What are you doing in here?

Lizzie- Never mind what I'm doing in here, Miss Pamela.  What's she doing out there?

Pam- Who?

Lizzie- Stella Meredith.  She's running for the cliff.

Pam- Dr. Scott! Dr. Scott!

Lizzie- thank the saints!  Mr. Roddy's got her.  A second more and she'd have been ready for judgment.

Pam- I think I'm going to need Dr. Scott for myself.  I may faint.

Lizzie- It's what you get for fooling with things like them tarot cards.  You musn't call up powers, Miss Pam.

Pam- Please get the doctor's bag.

Lizzie- I wish we were back in New York.

Pam- Lizzie!!

Max- Better put her down on the couch.

Pam- What happened?

Max- She ran straight for the edge.

Pam- Give her some of this.

Stella- I....I think you must hate me.

Pam- No, because we understand.

Stella- Outside on the cliff....she was there...like a mist...like a cloud that was almost a woman.....calling me to her.

Pam- Roddy, what are we going to do?

Roddy- I wish I knew.  Look!

Pam- Screams in terror!!!!

Roddy- No, Stella, no!

Pam- Leave us alone! (desperate) Leave us alone, please!

Lizzie- Half an hour should do it.  You know I don't like to be rushed, Miss Pam.

Ever since Whisky ran off, Lizzie's been short-tempered.