“What is it?”
“It’s Leslie, Mrs. Turner. Will you come to the door?”
“In a moment.”
She threw on a dressing-gown, and opened the door.
“What is wrong?”
I told her, as gently as I could. I thought she would faint; but she pulled herself together and looked past me into the cabin.
“That is—?”
“The captain, Mrs. Turner.”
“And Mr. Vail?”
“In his cabin.”