"I do not recall his exact words."
"Perhaps I can refresh your mind. With the permission of the court, I shall read from the ship"s log this woman"s statement, recorded by the man who was in charge of the vessel, and therefore competent to make such record, and signed by the witness as having been read and approved by her:--
""Mr. Singleton said that he hoped the captain would come, as he and Mr. Turner only wanted a chance to get at him.... There was a sound outside, and Karen thought it was Mr. Turner falling over something, and said that she hoped she would not meet him. Once or twice, when he had been drinking, he had made overtures to her, and she detested him.... She opened the door and came back into the room, touching me on the arm. "That beast is out there," she said, "sitting on the companion steps. If he tries to stop me, I"ll call you."""
The reading made a profound impression. The prosecution, having succeeded in having the log admitted as evidence, had put a trump card in the hands of the defense.
"What were the relations between Mr. Turner and the captain?"
"I don"t know what you mean."
"Were they friendly?"
"No--not very."
"Did you overhear, on the night of August 9, a conversation between Mr.
Turner and Mr. Vail?"
"Yes."
"What was its nature?"
"They were quarreling."
"What did Williams, the butler, give you to hide, that night?"
"Mr. Turner"s revolver."
"What did he say when he gave it to you?"
"He--said to throw it overboard or there would be trouble."
"Mrs. Sloane, do you recognize these two garments?"
He held up a man"s dinner shirt and a white waistcoat. The stewardess, who had been calm enough, started and paled.
"I cannot tell without examining them." (They were given to her, and she looked at them.) "Yes, I have seen them."
"What are they?"
"A shirt and waistcoat of Mr. Turner"s."
"When did you see them last?"
"I packed them in my trunk when we left the boat. They had been forgotten when the other trunks were packed."
"Had you washed them?"
"No."
"Were they washed on shipboard?"
"They look like it. They have not been ironed."
"Who gave them to you to pack in your trunk?"
"Mrs. Johns."
"What did you do with them on reaching New York?"
"I left them in my trunk."
"Why did you not return them to Mr. Turner?"
"I was ill, and forgot. I"d like to know what right you have going through a person"s things--and taking what you want!"
The stewardess was excused, the defense having scored perceptibly. It was clear what line the young Jew intended to follow.
Oleson, the Swede, was called next, and after the usual formalities:--
"Where were you between midnight and 4 A.M. on the morning of August 12?"
"In the crow"s-nest of the Ella."
"State what you saw between midnight and one o"clock."
"I saw Mate Singleton walking on the forecastle-head. Every now and then he went to the rail. He seemed to be vomiting. It was too dark to see much. Then he went aft along the port side of the house, and came forward again on the starboard side. He went to where the axe was kept."
"Where was that?"
"Near the starboard corner of the forward house. All the Turner boats have an emergency box, with an axe and other tools, in easy reach. The officer on watch carried the key."
"Could you see what he was doing?"
"No; but he was fumbling at the box. I heard him."
"Where did he go after that?"
"He went aft."
"You could not see him?"
"I didn"t look. I thought I saw something white moving below me, and I was watching it."
"This white thing--what did it look like?" "Like a dog, I should say.
It moved about, and then disappeared."
"How?"