“They were quarreling.”
“What did Williams, the butler, give you to hide, that night?”
“Mr. Turner’s revolver.”
“What did he say when he gave it to you?”
“He—said to throw it overboard or there would be trouble.”
“Mrs. Sloane, do you recognize these two garments?”
He held up a man’s dinner shirt and a white waistcoat. The stewardess, who had been calm enough, started and paled.
“I cannot tell without examining them.” (They were given to her, and she looked at them.) “Yes, I have seen them.”
“What are they?”
“A shirt and waistcoat of Mr. Turner’s.”