"
"I recall that, yes."
"Where were you during the quarrel?"
"I was behind Mr. Vail."
"Tell us about it, please."
"It was an ordinary brawl. The captain knocked the mate down."
"Did you hear the mate threaten the captain?"
"No. He went on deck, muttering; 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.
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