Wales Monologue from The Thirteenth Chair: A Play in Three Acts

From The Thirteenth Chair: A Play in Three Acts by Bayard Veiller

male · anguished · 59 sec

I don't give a damn what he was. He was my friend, and I'm never going to rest till I find out who killed him. (TRENT: But.) I wouldn't care so much if they'd given the poor devil half a chance for his life, but they stabbed him in the back. (MASON: Wasn't there any indication--) There wasn't a thing to show who did it, or how it was done. A knife-wound between the shoulder-blades and no knife ever found. Nothing stolen, nothing disturbed. The police have found out that a young woman called to see him that afternoon, two or three hours before his body was discovered. That's all that we know. TRENT (with a laugh--still seated in circle). And now you're going to try spiritualism?

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