e door
and saw them.' Which is correct?"

"I saw them."

"You say that Mr. Singleton said he wished to 'get at' the captain. Are
those his exact words?"

"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.