“I slept in the storeroom in the after house.  As it was very hot, I always left the door open.  The storeroom itself was a small room, lined with shelves, and reached by a passageway.  The door was at the end of the passage.  I wakened because of the heat, and found the door locked on the outside.  I lit a match, and found I could unscrew the lock with my knife.  I thought I had been locked in as a joke by the crew.  While I was kneeling, some one passed outside the door.”

“How did you know that?”

“I felt a board rise under my knee as if the other end had been trod on.  Shortly after, a woman screamed, and I burst open the door.”

“How long after you felt the board rise?”

“Perhaps a minute, possibly two.”

“Go on.”

“Just after, the ship’s bell struck six—­three o’clock.  The main cabin was dark.  There was a light in the chart-room, from the binnacle light.  I felt my way to Mr. Vail’s room.  I heard him breathing.  His door was open.  I struck a match and looked at him.  He had stopped breathing.”

“What was the state of his bunk?”

“Disordered—­horrible.  He was almost hacked to pieces.”

“Go on.”

“I ran back and got my revolver.  I thought there had been a mutiny-”

“Confine yourself to what you saw and did.  The court is not interested in what you thought.”

“I am only trying to explain what I did.  I ran back to the storeroom and got my revolver, and ran back through the chart-room to the after companion, which had a hood.  I thought that if any one was lying in ambush, the hood would protect me until I could get to the deck.  I told the helmsman what had happened, and ran forward.  Mr. Singleton was on the forecastle-head.  We went below together, and found the captain lying at the foot of the forward companion, also dead.”

“At this time, had you called the owner of the ship?”

“No.  I called him then.  But I could not rouse him.”

“Explain what you mean by that.”

“He had been drinking.”

There followed a furious wrangle over this point; but the prosecuting attorney succeeded in having question and answer stand.

“What did you do next?”

“The mate had called the crew.  I wakened Mrs. Turner, Miss Lee, and Mrs. Johns, and then went to the chart-room to call the women there.  The door was open an inch or so.  I received no answer to my knock, and pulled it open.  Karen Hansen, the maid, was dead on the floor, and the stewardess was in her bunk, in a state of collapse.”

“State where you found the axe with which the crimes were committed.”

“It was found in the stewardess’s bunk.”

“Where is this axe now?”

“It was stolen from the captain’s cabin, where it was locked for safe keeping, and presumably thrown overboard.  At least, we didn’t find it.”