“Where is Mr. Turner?”
“In his cabin, asleep.”
She looked at me strangely, and, leaving the door, went into her sister’s room, next. I heard Miss Lee’s low cry of horror, and almost immediately the two women came to the doorway.
“Have you seen Mr. Turner?” Miss Lee demanded.
“Just now.”
“Has Mrs. Johns been told?”
“Not yet.”
She went herself to Mrs. Johns’s cabin, and knocked. She got an immediate answer, and Mrs. Johns, partly dressed, opened the door.
“What’s the matter?” she demanded. “The whole crew is tramping outside my windows. I hope we haven’t struck an iceberg.”
“Adele, don’t faint, please. Something awful has happened.”