“Well... no, I saw it.”
“But didn’t you state at a time when the occurrence was more fresh in your memory that you hadn’t seen it?”
“Well, perhaps I did.”
“Which is right?” Mason inquired. “What you said then or what you say now?”
“Well...”
“Answer the question,” Mason insisted as she hesitated.
“Well,” she said, “I didn’t see... that is, I didn’t actually see with my own eyes Mrs. Moar lift her husband to the rail and drop him overboard. But I did hear the shot.”
“And you didn’t see Mrs. Moar shoot her husband the first time, did you?”
“Well...”
“That shot,” Mason reminded her, “was fired when you were, half way up the stairs.”