“And he was on deck?”
“Yes.”
The captain regarded Mason thoughtfully for a few moments, then turned back to Mrs. Newberry. “I notice you’ve changed your dress, Mrs. Newberry.”
Her eyes flashed indignation. “Will you kindly tell me,” she demanded, “what business that is of yours, and if you know anything about my husband, please say so.”
The captain said doggedly, “I want to know why you changed your dress.”
“I shall report you for impertinence,” she said coldly.
The captain hesitated for a moment, then blurted, “I’m going to inspect your closet, Mrs. Newberry — with your permission.”
“Well,” she snapped, “of all the nerve! I most certainly won’t give you permission.”
“I’m sorry,” the captain said, “because I’m going to search it anyway.”
Mason stepped toward the closet door, regarding the captain with puzzled eyes. “Just a minute, Captain. I think we’re entitled to know exactly what it is you’re looking for. After all, the law makes a person’s property safe from unreasonable search.”