Turner's room, had come from
the room adjoining Turner's, where Vail slept, and which had been
originally designed for Mrs. Turner. She suggested turning on the
light again and looking at the bell register; but Karen objected.
The stewardess sat up in her bed, which was the one under the small
window opening on the deck aft. She could not see through the door
directly, but a faint light came through the doorway as Karen opened
the door.
The girl stood there, looking out. Then suddenly she threw up her
hands and screamed, and the next moment there was a blow struck.
She staggered back a step or two, and fell into the room. The
stewardess saw a white figure in the doorway as the girl fell.
Almost instantly something whizzed by her, striking the end of a
pillow and bruising her arm. She must have fainted. When she
recovered, faint daylight was coming into the room, and the body
of the Danish girl was lying as it had fallen.
She tried to get up, and fainted again.
That was her story, and it did not tell us much that we needed to
know. She showed me her right arm, which was badly bruised and
discolored at the shoulder.
"What do you mean by a white figure?"
"It looked white: it seemed to shine."
"When I went to call you, Mrs. Sloane, the door to your room was
closed.
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