"Yes, miss."

"And she thought that it was Mr. Turner?"

"Yes." The stewardess looked quickly at Mrs. Turner, and averted her
eyes. "It may have been all talk, miss, about his--about his
bothering her. She was a great one to fancy that men were following
her about."

Miss Lee got up and came to the door where I was standing.

"Surely we need not be prisoners any longer!" she said in an
undertone. "It is daylight. If I stay here I shall go crazy."

"The murderer is still on the ship," I protested. "And just now
the deck is--hardly a place for women. Wait until this afternoon,
Miss Lee. By that time I shall have arranged for a guard for you.
Although God knows, with every man under suspicion, where we will
find any to trust."

"You will arrange a guard!"

"The men have asked me to take charge."

"But--I don't understand. The first mate--"

"--is a prisoner of the crew."

"They accuse him!"