“Did it ever leave you?”
“Not until it was taken away.”
“When was that?”
“On Saturday morning, August 22, shortly before dawn.”
“Tell what happened.”
“I was knocked down from behind, while I was standing at the port forward corner of the after house. The key was taken from me while I was unconscious.”
“Did you ever see the white object that has been spoken of by the crew?”
“No, sir. I searched the deck one night when Adams, the lookout, raised an alarm. We found nothing except—”
“Go on.”
“He threw down a marlinespike at something moving in the bow. The spike disappeared. We couldn’t find it, although we could see where it had struck the deck. Afterwards we found a marlinespike hanging over the ship’s side by a lanyard. It might have been the one we looked for.”