She stood twisting her handkerchief in her hands. She saw Charlie Jones pacing the length of the cabin, revolver in hand. From the chartroom came the sound of hammering, where the after companion door, already locked, was being additionally secured with strips of wood nailed across.
“I understand,” she said finally. “Will you take me to Karen’s room?”
I could see no reason for objecting; but so thorough was the panic that had infected us all that I would not allow her in until I had preceded her, and had searched in the clothes closet and under the two bunks. Williams had not reached this room yet, and there was a pool of blood on the floor.
She had a great deal of courage. She glanced at the stain, and looked away again quickly.
“I—think I shall not come in. Will you look at the bell register for me? What bell is registered?”
“Three.”
“Three!” she said. “Are you sure?”
I looked again. “It is three.”
“Then it was not my sister’s bell that rang. It was Mr. Vail’s!”
“It must be a mistake. Perhaps the wires—”