Mason smiled. “I want to put it that way, Miss Fell.”
Her mouth was a thin, straight line. Her eyes blazed indignantly.
“Now, when you were half way up the stairs, you heard a shot?”
“Yes.”
“And when you arrived on deck, you saw Mrs. Moar standing over the unconscious form of her husband?”
“Lifeless form,” the witness said.
“Ah,” Mason observed blandly, “then it was a lifeless figure?”
“Yes.”
“You’re certain of that?”
“Yes.”