“Yes.”
“Did you roll over and over as you slid down to the rail on the port side?”
“I rolled over a couple of times, then I slid the rest of the way.”
“On your face?”
“On my hands and knees.”
“Yet, not withstanding all of this, you didn’t take your eyes from Mrs. Moar, but actually saw her lift her husband to the rail, shoot him and drop him overboard?”
“Well,” she said, and hesitated.
“Isn’t it a fact,” Mason asked, “that immediately after this occurrence, you talked with the young woman who shared your cabin and then and there told her that when Mrs. Moar started to drag her husband to the rail you had lost your footing and hadn’t seen what happened, but had heard the second shot and then saw Mrs. Moar running down the deck alone?”
“Well, if she didn’t shoot him and pitch him overboard, who did?” she asked.
“That,” Mason said, “is the point the Court will be called upon to determine. Now, isn’t it a fact that you didn’t see what happened there at the rail?”