“Why did you not return them to Mr. Turner?”
“I was ill, and forgot. I’d like to know what right you have going through a person’s things—and taking what you want!”
The stewardess was excused, the defense having scored perceptibly. It was clear what line the young Jew intended to follow.
Oleson, the Swede, was called next, and after the usual formalities:—
“Where were you between midnight and 4 A.M. on the morning of August 12?”
“In the crow’s-nest of the Ella.”
“State what you saw between midnight and one o’clock.”
“I saw Mate Singleton walking on the forecastle-head. Every now and then he went to the rail. He seemed to be vomiting. It was too dark to see much. Then he went aft along the port side of the house, and came forward again on the starboard side. He went to where the axe was kept.”
“Where was that?”
“Near the starboard corner of the forward house. All the Turner boats have an emergency box, with an axe and other tools, in easy reach. The officer on watch carried the key.”