tering; I did not hear what was said."

"After the crimes, what did you do?"

"We established a dead-line at the foot of the forward companion. The
other was locked."

"Was there a guard at the top of the companion?"

"Yes; but we trusted no one."

"Where was Mr. Turner?"

"Ill, in his cabin."

"How ill?"

"Very. He was delirious."

"Did you allow any one down?"

"At first, Leslie, a sort of cabin-boy and deck steward, who seemed to
know something of medicine. Afterward we would not allow him, either."

"Why?"

"We did not trust him."

"This Leslie--why had you asked him to sleep in the storeroom?"

"I--was afraid."

"Will you explain why you were afraid?"

"Fear is difficult to explain, isn't it? If one knows why one is
afraid, one--er--generally isn't."

"That's a bit subtle, I'm afraid. You were afraid, then, without
knowing why?"

"Yes."

"Had you a revolver on board?'"

"Yes."

"Whose revolver was kept on the cabin table?"

"Mine. I always carry one."

"Always?"

"Yes."

"Then--have you one with you now?"

"Yes."

"When you asked the sailor Burns to let you see the axe, what did you
give as a reason?"

"The truth--curiosity."

"Then, having seen the axe, where did you go?"

"Below."

"Please explain the incident of the two articles Mr. Goldstein showed
to the jury yesterday, the shirt and waistcoat."

"That was very simple. Mr. Turner had been very ill. We took turns in
caring for him. I spilled a bowl of broth over the garments that were
shown, and rubbed them out in the bathroom. They were hung in the
cabin used by Mr. Vail to dry, and I forgot them when we were packing."

The attorney for the defense cross-examined her:

"What color were the stains you speak of?"

"Darkish--red-brown."

"What sort of broth did you spill?"

"That's childish, isn't it? I don't recall."

"You recall its color."

"It was beef broth."

"Mrs. Johns, on the night you visited the forward house and viewed the
axe, did you visit it again?"

"The axe, or the forward house?"

"The house."

She made one of her long pauses. Finally:--

"Yes."

"When?"

"Between three and four o'clock."

"Who went with you?"

"I went alone."

"Why did you go beyond the line that was railed off for your safety?"

(Sharply.) "Because I wished to. I was able to take care of myself."

"Why did you visit the forward house?"

"I was nervous and could not sleep. I thought no one