"And on what date again?"
"July eighth."
"And where were you exactly at that time?"
"We were——"
"Not 'we.' Where were you personally?"
"I was crossing what I have since learned was South Bay in a row boat with my husband."
"Yes. Now tell what happened next."
"When we reached the middle of the bay I heard a cry."
"What was it like?"
"It was penetrating—like the cry of some one in pain—or in danger. It was sharp—a haunting cry."