FLINT: Unfaithful? With whom?
MAGDA: I don’t know the man. I seen him first time the night of Herr Faulkner’s wedding.
FLINT: Tell us about it.
MAGDA: I gone to wedding. Ah, it was beautiful. My poor Herr Bjorn so handsome and the young bride all white and lovely as lily.
[Sniffles audibly]
I cried like looking at my own children.
[Her voice changes; she points at KAREN ferociously]
But she not go to wedding!
FLINT: Did Miss Andre stay at home?
MAGDA: She stay home. I come back early. I come in servants’ door. She not hear me come. She was home. But she was not alone.
FLINT: Who was with her?
MAGDA: He was. The man. Out on the roof, in the garden. It was dark, but I could see. He holding her in his arms and I think he want to crush her bones. He bent her back so far I think she fall into her reflection in the pool. And then he kiss her and I think he never get his lips off hers.
FLINT: And then?
MAGDA: She step aside and say something. I cannot hear, she speak very soft. He not say word. He just take her hand and kiss it and hold it on his lips so long I get tired waiting and go back to my room.
FLINT: Did you learn the name of that man?
MAGDA: No.
FLINT: Did you see him again?
MAGDA: Yes. Once.
FLINT: And when was that?
MAGDA: The night of January sixteenth.
[A movement in the courtroom]
FLINT: Tell us about it, Miss Svenson.
MAGDA: Well, she very strange that day. She call me and said I have the rest of day off. And I been suspicious.
FLINT: Why did that make you suspicious?
MAGDA: My day off is Thursday and I not asked for second day. So I said I not need day off, and she said she not need me. So I go.
FLINT: What time did you go?
MAGDA: About four o’clock. But I want to know secret. I come back.
FLINT: When did you come back?
MAGDA: About ten at night. The house dark, she not home. So I wait. Half hour after, I hear them come. I seen Herr Faulkner with her. So I afraid to stay. But before I go I seen two gentlemen with them. One gentleman, he drunk, I not know him.
FLINT: Did you know the other one?
MAGDA: The other one — he was tall and lanky and had light eyes. He was the man I seen kissing Miss Andre.
FLINT: [Almost triumphant] That’s all, Miss Svenson.
[MAGDA is about to leave the stand. STEVENS stops her]
STEVENS: Just a minute, Miss Svenson. You still have to have a little talk with me.
MAGDA: [Resentfully] For what? I say all I know.
STEVENS: You may know the answers to a few more questions. Now, you said that you had seen that stranger kissing Miss Andre?
MAGDA: Yes, I did.
STEVENS: You said it was dark, that night when you saw him for the first time?
MAGDA: Yes, it was dark.
STEVENS: And, on the night of January sixteenth, when you were so ingeniously spying on your mistress, you said that you saw her come in with Mr. Faulkner, and you hurried to depart in order not to be caught. Am I correct?
MAGDA: You have a good memory.
STEVENS: You just had a swift glance at the two gentlemen with them?
MAGDA: Yes.
STEVENS: Can you tell us what the drunken gentleman looked like?
MAGDA: How can I? No time to notice face and too dark at door.
STEVENS: So! It was too dark? And you were in a hurry? And yet you were able to identify a man you had seen but once before?
MAGDA: [With all the strength of her righteous indignation] Let me tell you, mister! I’m under oath as you say, and I’m religious woman and respect oath. But I said it was the same man and I say it again!
STEVENS: That is all. Thank you, Miss Svenson.
[MAGDA leaves the stand, carefully avoiding looking at KAREN. There is a little hush of expectancy as all eyes turn to NANCY LEE FAULKNER. FLINT calls solemnly, distinctly]
FLINT: Mrs. Faulkner!
CLERK: Mrs. Faulkner!
[NANCY LEE rises and walks to the stand slowly, as if each step taxed her strength. She is calm, but gives the impression that the ordeal is painful to her and that she is making a brave effort to do her duty]
CLERK: You solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God?
NANCY LEE: I do.
FLINT: What is your name?
NANCY LEE: Nancy Lee Faulkner.
FLINT: What relation were you to the late Bjorn Faulkner?
NANCY LEE: I was . . . his wife.
FLINT: I realize how painful this is to you, Mrs. Faulkner, and I appreciate your courage, but I will have to ask you many questions that will awaken sad memories.
NANCY LEE: I am ready, Mr. Flint.
FLINT: When did you first meet Bjorn Faulkner?
NANCY LEE: In August of last year.
FLINT: Where did you meet him?
NANCY LEE: At a ball given by my friend Sandra van Renssler, in Newport.
FLINT: Will you kindly tell us about it, Mrs. Faulkner?
NANCY LEE: Sandra introduced us. I remember she said: “Here’s a tough one for you, Nancy. I wonder whether you’ll add this scalp to the well-known collection.” Sandra had always insisted on exaggerating my popularity . . . I danced with him, that night. We danced in the garden, under the trees, and stopped on the edge of a pool. We were alone in the darkness, with the faint sound of the Blue Danube Waltz filling the silence. Mr. Faulkner reached up to pick a rose for me. As he tore it off, his hand brushed my bare shoulder. I don’t know why, but I blushed. He noticed it and apologized, graciously, smiling. Then he took me back to the guests . . . I think we both felt a silent understanding, that night, for we did not dance again with each other.
FLINT: When did you see Mr. Faulkner again?
NANCY LEE: Three days later. I invited him to dine at my home on Long Island; just an informal little dinner with Father as my chaperon. It was a real Swedish meal — and I cooked it myself.
FLINT: Did you see him often after that?
NANCY LEE: Yes, quite often. His visits became more and more frequent until the day . . .
[Her voice breaks]
FLINT: Until the day?
NANCY LEE: [Her voice barely above a whisper]
The day he proposed to me.
FLINT: Please tell us about it, Mrs. Faulkner.
NANCY LEE: We went driving, Mr. Faulkner and I, alone. It was a beautiful day, with a bright, cold sunshine. I was driving my car — and I felt so young, so happy that I grew reckless. I . . .
[Her voice trembles; she is silent for a few seconds, as if fighting the pain of these memories, then resumes with a faint smile of apology]
I’m sorry. It’s a little . . . hard for me to think of . . . those days . . . I was reckless . . . reckless enough to lose my way. We stopped on a strange country road. I laughed and said: “We’re lost. I’ve kidnapped you and I won’t release you.” He answered: “The ransom you want is not in circulation.” Then, suddenly, he seized my hand and looking straight at me, said: “What’s the use of pretending? I love you, Nancy . . .”
[Her voice breaks into a sob. She buries her face in a lace handkerchief]
FLINT: I’m so sorry, Mrs. Faulkner. If you wish to be dismissed now and continue tomorrow —
NANCY LEE: [Raising her head] Thank you, I’m all right. I can go on . . . It was then that I first learned about the desperate state of Mr. Faulkner’s fortune. He said that he had to tell me the truth, that he could not ask me to marry him when he had nothing to offer me. But I . . . I loved him. So I told him that money had never meant anything to me.
FLINT: Did Mr. Faulkner feel hopeless about the future, when your engagement was announced?
NANCY LEE: No, not at all. He said that my faith in him and my courage helped him so much. I told him that it was our duty to save his enterprises, our duty to the world he had wronged, not to ourselves. I made him realize his past mistakes and he was ready to atone for them. We were entering a new life together, a life of unselfish devotion to the service and welfare of others.
FLINT: Did you remain in New York after your wedding?