“We will stipulate, to save time,” Mason said, “that this is the captain of the ship on which Carl Newberry, or Carl Moar, as the case may be, sailed from Honolulu; that he was at all times the captain of the vessel; that he is acquainted with Carl Moar, and will identify the photograph identified as that of Carl Moar by the previous witnesses as being that of the passenger who had taken passage on his ship under the name of Carl Newberry, and who occupied cabin three twenty-one.”
“Very well,” Scudder said. “Now then, Captain, can you tell us the condition of the weather on the night of the sixth, at approximately the hour of nine o’clock P.M.?”
“It was blowing a gale from the so’west,” Captain Hanson said. “The rain was coming down in torrents. Visibility was very poor.”
“What was the position of the ship at nine o’clock on that night?” Scudder asked.
“We were just a-beam of the Farallon Islands.”
“And you were within three miles of those islands?”
“Yes, within a mile and a half.
“What about the sea?”
“A heavy sea was running, hitting us on the starboard quarter. The vessel was rolling rather heavily.”
“Had you taken any precautions to keep passengers from the decks?”